"when you reach the end of your rope. tie a knot & hang on" – fdr
You know that feeling within, the one that makes you want to die. I have so many words to say yet, no will to let them go. So many things to feel yet, forbidden from feeling them. Trapped in my own handcrafted world, thinking about the cards being dealt.
, he was. Always a bump in the road. Yet I always gave him a chance to be one of my own again. He took those chances and twisted them for his own. How do I still love him after all this pain? My mind is confused. Heart and future shattered. I guess what I …
He left. He left me all alone. He left without saying goodbye. Without giving me a sign. I feel such hatred towards him, yet its origin stems from unfathomable love. What can I say, what do I do? He cracked my world on three, in two. He left me all alone. To wipe others' tears, …
down my face, from my eyes, aged and old, rushing to the river beneath, promising neverending gold. they glisten and fall, tell all a story unique to each drop. refusing to stop, moving down my face silently, they race each other. who that wins, will drown her happiness finally.
There is so much to say. Yet, all I see is that I lost someone permanently. I lost someone so beautiful to me. Someone who fulfilled my destiny. I wish people could see through to the real me. Only then they would know not to be friends with me. I cry today because of my …
I'm at a state in my life where confusion is blocking serenity. My serenity. I don't know what I want. What I'm fighting for. What my intentions are and why. It's like I'm in a trance of some sort. Lost in the moment. Letting every moment graze by my skin, willing to catch it but …
I look behind me, and the soft blur steadies slowly, squinted my eyes a few more times and I now see clearly. It’s a broken bridge, there’s a hollow gap, a deep emptiness that separates us. We used to share intimate little spaces, strange but familiar darkness, and the perfect amount of comfortable silence.
I used to fill your cracks with these tiny flowers that grow in my mouth, and you use to fill mine with warm fuzzy stars out of your pocket. I wonder if I left cold spots when I left your bed, I wonder what you use to fill them with. I wonder if my name shoots arrows in your delicate chest when it’s mentioned. It haunts me, consumes me, not knowing what you think of me. I’m screaming in whispers when I confront this humdrum fever.
I look at you, and I can’t tell anymore what…
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Hope is a deadly thing. It never goes away; keeps you alive but poisons you day by day. There can be no reason to have hope yet it still exists. I, just by existing, am a display of hope in itself. Things have been happening. I haven't been on top of everything. My family is …
weird things, weird feelings. wake up in sweats. bad dreams. something bad is going to happen. i can feel it. nothings normal in my heart. i'm just trying to understand. i want everyone to stay away. from me. doubting my ability to receive love. rethinking all my words. over and over again. until i just …
Life passes. People come and go. The misery up and goes. There's more to life than the cage of understanding we've built around it. Things happen for a reason. At the time they desire. It's a different timezone than ours. So appreciate the people who love you in life. Who find good in what you …
Hurting myself isn't an option.How do I run away from this?What's keeping me alive is also killing me. What kind of tragedy am I in?She who I seek love from, fails to show me that she cares.Actions speak louder than words they say. All that I see is unfair.All I hear is silence. They say …
Seasons come and go, flowers continue to bloom. Who gives way to rain, when sunshine is prevalent, behind the mountains the skies …
Too lonely, too scared. Anxiety (n): me, my mind, my tears. When alone my thoughts spring free, jumbled and reckless. They swirl in my brain, pound and crash into every wall I desperately built to last. There's no way to focus on just one. version 2 I cry my tears & let the sobs run. Cover my face and …
this was written sometime in late 2018. Life is unfair. Impossible in thought. What we think, how we feel is irrelevant to its growth. I'm hurt. I'm distorted. I don't know where to look. My mind's a mess of jumbled thoughts, how can I tell someone so. It's weird, these feelings inside - they often come and go. But the sadness …
This is about someone I loved and will always hold close to my heart. Each sentence has its own meaning. Its scrambled and random, but it's the most raw words I have in the moment.
I need a way out. I'm trapped in a box. No peeking holes. No booby traps. No way to get out. I'm sealed in from all ends; no space to move around. I can hear the walls talking yet no words are coming out. Water drips down, I catch all the drops. A moment of …
I have trouble connecting two and two together. Never ace me in math. My minds a mess, jumbled thoughts. The future sides with Mercury. Close but dim, the tides are high. Emerging from glares, only when there's a why. Perhaps still invisible to the naked eye. Somethings really wrong with me. Growth is perpendicular to …
I'm struggling with who I am. Straining to turn myself around. Spin on my feet. Feel the wind. I drape the negatives and choke them within. It's a black hole. Where does it all go? Assembled I was piece by piece. Ruined I was piece by piece. Re-build I will piece by piece. Giving up …
She lost her way. She was addicted. Pain gave her happiness, happiness full of pain. She turned off her light. The sun fell to the ground. She burned her hands, gathering the pieces all around. Clouds made way for rain. She drowned. The tide was high. She was unfathomable. Originally written: …
I'm sick and tired, of all the curiosity. My mind's eating me alive, I feel surreal. It's too much to reel in, my boat's sinking. Help. Into the water, I take a dive. Breathing? Unnecessary. I let myself drown, into the hellfire that calls out to me. I see no sign of tranquility. There's fire …
My mind wanders. My thoughts scatter, aim to break free. They show me the real me, the dark side of my negativity. I know I'm slipping away, out of breath. The knot's loosening. And I'm losing.
I wish I had a little bit of freedom. handcuffs. …
Why do some parents perceive themselves as more superior than their children? Why do some believe that they could do whatever they want, whenever they want and it wouldn't affect their child? Why do some deem it okay to scream at their child, call them names, torture them, put them down, make them feel inferior …
When my anxiety kicks in the firstmost thing I notice is my racing heartbeat. It speeds up so dramatically that I have to put a hand to my heart just to help calm it down. Then, the shallow breaths. My breathing slows, then races. It becomes inconsistent. And suffocating. Next, the weakness. I can never …
I feel so alone today. So weak, so guilty. Regret. Its like I failed the test God set out for me. And I can just feel His disappointment. My mind is swimming with emotions. Many I fail to decipher. I feel like a bad person. I feel like nothing is going right. It's as if …
I just need to break down and cry. I'm back on a low. My tears are now fast and heartbeat slow. Deep breaths in and deep breaths out, still I feel suffocation all throughout. It's a sad place to be in, I can't escape. I can't deal with the anxiety, I should leave. Now my …
Emile Sandé - Read All About It | Part III | Writing. It's truly a blessing isn't it? I don't remember when I started writing. Or how. But it's been a part of my life since I could remember. Although, I never was fond of keeping a diary (until now) I was always better at …
Aliyah. I promise one day you'll be born into this world. I don't know when. But it's inevitable. I'm your creation. My whole world surrounds itself around you even when you have yet to be born. You are my hope. My world. My future. So I feel that I should give something back to you. …
Hi, I'm a girl. I have lots of luscious hair. Well, I used to... Telogen Effluvium. In easy words, it's hair loss. But not the normal one. It's abnormal because I'm still under the age of 20 and do not have any other disease devouring me right now. So let's give this thing a nickname …
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I have a big headache. I'm losing my hair. Really. My family is not mine. I don't feel like they love me. I don't feel comfortable in my own body. My dreams look so far away. I don't want to fall again, but I'm falling deeper than before. I'm unsteady; heavy-hearted, wanting to be gone with …
