insidethemind1998

[insidethemind1998]

My TikTok name is in the photo. This is an original piece done by me.

[insidethemind1998]

Tattoos to hide my battle scars.

Colorful ink to distract the world from what's hiding beneath. A painful past that caused self affliction.

Artwork masks the story I don't want to tell, even though I'm better and doing well.

[insidethemind1998]

What if we really are something extraordinary, made to experience one of everything in this life, so maybe in the next one we won't be so foolish.

[insidethemind1998]

Filling Entrapment; Closed spaces.

I feel like I'm suffocating, still trying to beat its race.

Pressure against my skin; sharp needles pushing their way in.

Every hard heavy breath heats up the room, with these closed spaces it's got to be my doom.

Filling entrapment; Walls closing in.

This is Claustrophobia and it always will win.

~Jasmine Black

[insidethemind1998]

I also post my original writing on TikTok. I've always loved writing what words spoken can't express.

[insidethemind1998]

[insidethemind1998]

It's clawing at me and it hurts; the mental feeling that nothing is right.

Nothing will ever be okay, but they all tell me I'm perfectly sane.

But these thoughts tell me I need more, more to keep the pain away.

More to keep the demons inside my head at bay. I take them with water and pray I'm not a bother to anyone but myself.

I know I'm fine. Just fine, even though it hurts when it's clawing at me.

But I guess that's what they say to keep the monsters away.

~Jasmine Black

[insidethemind1998]

I've cried, and grieved but have yet to believe.

It's just a shell, what was once someone is now no one.

What I once knew is now unrecognizable in this shell before me.

Viens that held the blood from a beating heart, are now just hollow caves in a soulless cadaver.

It's not who I thought it was, the one I loved will be dearly missed. I hope with this you know well, but to me it's just a shell.

~Jasmine Black

[insidethemind1998]

Even ugly can be a different kind of beautiful, just look at it from my point of view. Just like darkness can be turned to light. We are a rare kind of beauty.

~Jasmine Black

[insidethemind1998]

Still empty, still wondering. Never able to wander far; still walking, still talking, and we can't remember who we truly are. Prices to be paid, and watching what my footprints have made. Still breathing, still believing. Be Still

~Jasmine Black

[insidethemind1998]

It's dark, but ask me if I'd steal the moon for a spotlight. I'd ask the stars to catch the beauty that seeps from your eyes. Deep pools like galaxies that hold many mysteries. Ask me again if I'd steal the moon, or even the universe if it meant to expose your beauty.

~Jasmine Black