Broken heart 💔
Time : 03:35 AM
Ki ab main tumhein bhul chuka hun, ab tum wapis mat ana,
Ki tumhein mujhe chode hue kuch 4 mahine aur 20 din ho chuke hain.
Is samaya hum aur ladkiyon ki bahon main madhoosh ho chuke hain.
Ye galat nahi hai tumhari yaad ati nahi hai,
Han lekin ab subha, shyam ati nahi hai.
Ab mere pas kalam hai kagaz hai,
Tumhari yad main shayri hai.
Dil main bhuj chuki is aag ko jalana mat,
Ab main tumhein bhul chuka hun,
Meri Zindagi mein wapis ana mat.🙂
The lesson of the day!
Sometimes, your own body can surprise you with a little tantrum just to make you a little more motivated to do well on it and to make you aware of what you are eating!
I am truly
u n i n s p i r e d.
She is empty
Nothing to feel
Drinking hoping to heal
Getting high drowns her
Her past start to taunt her
Her mind is trying to trick her
Her past scares her
But her heart temps her
Her beauty no longer disguises her
The world can see right through her
"The days seemed longer, darker. Time passed slower and slower. Until one day time stopped for him....."
It wasn't until she walked into his life that he realized he had lived the same day over and over again.
She was different, unlike any woman he'd ever knew. They tried to warn him, let her go! I'm sure thats what drew him to her ever more. She put joy and laughter back into his soul, he gave her heart peace she needed to sleep.
Now their both in too deep an secrets are hard to keep. It's real, but love is something they both are scared to actually feel.
His Point is dull but he continues to try and puncture his skin. Her bottle is dry but she tips it hoping there's still ...
Dear Drew Bartkiewicz,
I’m a few days deep into what is going to be an incurable Lettrs obsession! Upon dabbling on here, I had to read more about the background!
I read all about you & your idea behind it, which is brilliant & when I saw you were active on the app yourself
I thought to myself -
“Wow! What a guy!”
After only 5 days on Lettr I have begun dabbling in writing again as to deal with my addiction/mental health, which I have not done in years.
It turns out, people like my writings and I have actually found a few people I chat about Recovery with on the side!
Users are all friends, looking to help others & quick to compliment, unlike the other social media rights. It’s is ...
F A L L I N G
a b y s s
B A N G, B A N G
K I S S, K I S S
Well, it used to be fun.
all of the sudden,
it just wasn’t.
the only high
I chase is
Sitting here , sick of fighting
tired of being alone, tired of hiding.
have another drink for the hurt that remains
smoke another bowl to try and numb the pains.
reaching out for help but no one hears my cries,
the only thing you can trust is not to believe my lies.
i hide behind a tissue with every tear i wipe,
i wear a mask of glass each time i hit the pipe.
people know my demons but im still the one blamed
my family acts embarrased even though im the one ashamed.
i cry myself to sleep on nights i actually go to bed,
i live with pain in my heart and disturbed thoughts in my head.
i know its wrong but not enough
to make me want to quit
so until i hit rock bottom
i'll just take another hit.
is like a carrot
in front of my face,
but I can’t quite reach it
I am sentenced
to another day
in my very own hell
I met the devil
recently in the form of
7 months of sobriety tossed
in the garbage in exchange
How wicked this drug is.
seems like a distant dream.
I am getting addicted to a poison. Life threatening it is. I know the end. I can see the death to which this soul is nearing. I ask myself if it is not enough, to have an epiphany. I ask myself if it is not enough, to stop myself right here. I ask myself is it not enough, of a reason. I still go on consuming this poison. I go on like an addict. I go on with not knowing how much volumes of this poison will drag me to the eventual blackout. It hurts, the consumption. It elates me, the consumption. I consume it less, i let it feed over me more. It feeds on my heart. It corrodes my brain. It's like an acid. This poison. Only more painfully slow. I know i will get addicted more. I know then ther...
Such a powerful word. The word no one chooses to speak of. It’s the dirty little secret that tends to never be revealed. The secret she holds oh so tight. She is lost among the wild. She claims to be someone she isn’t. She never wished to be under these circumstances but it’s to late. She’s always thinking of ways to hang herself from the same rope her mother used. But what good would that do to succeed and to have another death embedded in the family history.
Family history!!! Smh. There
was never really a family to begin with. She says family because she shared the last name. Last name full of shame and no substance. She never knew who she was until she dragged hersel...
Real truth of life...
Nobody wants to be the part of your struggles..
Everybody wants the credit of your successful life...
My grandkids call me Gangsta Granny( David Williams) because she eats cabbage soup and always passes wind.
We wrote this for your amusement... Hopefully you will find it funny...toilet humour as I call it ,which children always find funny...
Granny why do you eat so much cauliflower, it only makes you trump
Granny why do you eat so much broccoli, it only makes you fart
Granny why do you eat so many leeks ,they only make you blow off
Granny why are you always letting one go
Why my darling grandchildren ,as if you didn't know
I'm a vegetarian ,and vegetables are what I eat
Gassy brassicas produce loud farts
Pretending it wasn't you that did it is a fine art!!!!😱👼💣
A love poem dedicated to "vada pav"
There is an eternal hunger which is generated just by looking at you for a second!
I just can't resist the smell of yours when you move in the vessel with hot oil and swirl like a beautiful pebble!
My eyes go diamond by thinking of you inside the pav and green chutney!
Your figure just make me go on my knees and says just kiss me!
I observe how my tongue melts when I take you inside my mouth!
I enjoy each and every spicy bite I take as I shout!
You are my favourite hello when on cheat days!
And hardest good by when on diet!
I just miss you these days due to my extra kilos!
Hope one day my metabolism will be soo good so that I would not have to thin...