Baked Witch

It's a lucky day to be alive.

Professional digital/traditional artist and purist writer. Hobbyist dancer.

I’m drowning

I can’t cry, I am not allowed to feel.

I can’t give up because it’s a dead end if I do.

I’m trying, I promise.

I walked away for a moment to collect myself because I thought I was at my breaking point.

But it’s like a layer of hell. Just when you think you’re dead, your gelatinous form wrapped together and kept in tact by bandages.

Somehow you just keep going.

Please save me. I can’t tell anyone how I feel. I can’t cry.