Let me write about You.
You the person no one knows about,
When I look into your eyes they have no hope, there's no light in them you have given up completely, you walk through life careless and you sit in a couch all day while smoking weed and playing video games, I stare at you knowing your completely hopeless you smile very bright tho but I think it's because you've learned to do that so people won't ask questions, you hug me like I'm yours, but I belong to another Man and I think that makes it worst for you because you know that even tho you have me right now I will always go back to him, you drive away like you don't care but I know your drowning in your tears tonight again.
Het spijt me,
Ik kan het niet meer.
Ik wil het niet meer,
zoveel te vragen,
zoveel te vertellen.
dat doe ik niet.
Ik mis je,
weet je dat?
Merk je dat?
Doet het je wat?
Het spijt me,
voor alle pijn die mijn aanwezigheid jou bracht.
Ik moet je wat vertellen,
ik zal het je zeggen.
Misschien is dit wel de laatste keer dat je mij weer levend zag.
Tranen met een lach,
voor zolang jij het zag.
Dat betekend niet altijd blij zijn.
is nooit meer gekomen.
Voor altijd dromen,
is het enige wat jij zag.
Ik pas niet,
In jouw straatje.
Ik voelde mij niet thuis,
ookal had ik een huis.
De pijn is niet wat jij dacht
dat het was.
Het is zoveel,
meer en min...
45 days and still counting...have not stepped out of my home..even for once..something which I haven't done in my lifetime..but have to do it now..because there are people who are dependent on us..and are vunerable..If a mother cant take care of a child..cant be near him..who else will?
I cant fathom what it will be like to live in isolation..and the child will feel like he's being punished that his mom has just vanished..and not around when he needs her the most..
It makes me think..of those covid19 affected mothers who are staying in isolation..far away from children and family..the pain would be unbearable..not because of the virus in the body..but the missing sight of our own family..
When life get too difficult, you call up a friend
When things get too hard, they're there
But when it gets too hard to keep them, they're thrown around the bend
And you no longer show them that you care
When life gives you happy moments in the midst of so much sadness, you call up a friend
And tell them the good news
They're so glad to hear it and hugs, through the phone, they send
Until those moments are too much for them too
When a friend is there and they say they will always be, don't take their word for it
They can also leave as they please
And there is nothing you can do to change their mind; with this, you gotta sit
And there is no chance to beg on your knees
So, while a friend is s...
I feel emotionally weak and tears are gathering in my eyes.
I’m wondering how I’ve been so sacrificing and benevolent.
It has drained me in such a way that a part of me will always be alone and won’t trust anyone.
I’m not hopeless, I have feelings and I will trust people but not completely.
Side effects of selflessness.
It's been 8 weeks since that fateful day
When he walked away
I try to be happy and gay
I couldn't make him stay
I still cry
My mind asks "Why"?
What was the point in telling a lie
I feel like I might die
He took my heart in his pocket
Just like a locket
As I hit the floor like a rocket
Now I have this empty socket
He said I'd find someone new
As he ripped my heart in two
My heart screams "There's only you"
My head whispers "Don't leave me blue".
Somebody was in my house, in my ROOM, the night before last, while I was sleeping! I don't know who or why or what the fuck happened! I just know I woke up yesterday feeling like I had been drugged with a splitting headache! It was a struggle to wake up! I was sitting on my bed trying to clear the fog my brain was in while trying to get to a point where I could function when I noticed the very thing that told me someone had been in my house, in my still locked bedroom, my iron! Might seem silly or insignificant to some and had I not struggled with it when I had placed it where I had, trying to get the cord up there and get the iron in a spot to prevent it from falling (I was super tired and ...
"Staring the white wall from a distance,
The wall that stretches and even divides
The blue sky as it does with green land,
The wall that is spotless without a blemish
Shadowing even the loudest sun,
The wall that is mightier than the strongest
Hammer, than the biggest explosive;
The wall, this white wall that I am staring
Since the time immemorial is permanent
And alive, unsurmountable yet self generated,
Arising from an emotion called fear,
The one that gives me strength to stare
The wall in it’s eye but not enough
To climb it and move across;
So I stand affixed, staring at the wall,
The white wall that is permanent
And truly alive."
Last night you visited me. I take so many meds to keep you away. This time you broke into my house like you did so many times before after i left you. But this time you had a gun and you where hunting for us. The wife you may have once loved and the child you helped create. Do you remember when in real life you thought i was asleep and pulled a gun to my head and pulled the trigger? Where you sad when a round didn't go off into my skull? In the dream i heard you coming and i got my gun ready for the fight. So many fights I've had with you but you deny them all. You call me crazy and say i make them up for attention. You sick, pathetic, liar. In the dream it got quiet and i searched the house...
hope lives here
in the still reflection
of these flood waters,
oceans of poetry
bathed in the golden light
of all of our collective suns
(we are not alone)
- ashley jane
What is it all for?
Efforts in vain.
Being left after giving your heart and soul to this one person
You rip yourself out for them.
And just one millisecond of unhappiness,
They just give you up.
because they just can't.
Waste of time.
when you thought you were there
With your happiness is right there before your eyes.
making them happy made you happy.
but whatever you do,
Always better to find elsewhere.
cause it just wasn't enough.
Ripping your heart out
Ripping your soul out
Forgive forgive.. forgive the unforgivable
Just wasn't E N O U G H
It's all okay..
NO IT'S NOT.
You're in denial..
but deep down you know it tears you down.
Truth is tha...
Is there any need to go on Moon and Mars while here on earth we don't know how to deal with tiniest things in universe.
We are alone.
Completely and overwhelmingly alone. We arrive alone and we leave alone.
A mother (or father) has a child, but that child is their own person, who will grow up to "suffer" the same loneliness as their parents.
We as humans, created to be surrounded by people as a community, we says that when we are with someone, as a couple for example, we are accompanied, but in a harsh reality, we continue to be alone, alone in our thoughts, alone in our skin, alone in our feelings, alone in what we see, in what we hear and how we perceive it.
But with all this, I do not mean that being alone is bad, or wrong, on the contrary. It is important to me to appreciate our solitude, and make fr...
My inner thoughts
When you can’t find the beauty in anything because it’s all the same shade of grey, is that the definition of depression? When all your voice knows how to do is fight off every sound your ears can here, is that anger? When the noise is to loud but can’t hear a single sound, could it be consider anxiety? When you feel alone but won’t do anything to make that feeling go away, is that suicide holding you hostage? Everyone always talks about these feelings but I can’t figure out which ones I have... I’m confused in my own mind, oblivious to the brightness that surrounds me. Locked inside this dark space, because I have away my spare key.
Tengo tanto miedo como le tengo respeto, a mi habilidad de reprimir.
Me dejo olvidar, me dejó olvidar sentir, me dejó no ser.
Me da miedo lo que pase si la dejo, me da miedo dejarme sentir, tengo miedo.
Me imagino una puerta, una puerta con un pestillo puesto, que de tanto en tanto siento una necesidad de abrirla, cuando lo hago la oleada de viento que siento se cola por la puerta y entra como una ventisca que pega fuertemente en la cara, rápidamente esta es traducida, en un llanto, un llanto angustiado y triste, un llanto tal que siento como si me fueran empujando el pecho cada vez mas para adentro.
Pero yo, astuta, le dejé el pestillo puesto, y con fuerza me obligo a cerrarla.
Y como si ...
man. whats the deal lately?
I am a closed book, thinking about that... thinking about this.
I am always on the verge of relapsing. I am trying to make my wrongs into rights,
trying to fix the damage, or soften the blow.
It's not good enough. It's not enough.
you are seeking something more than what I am giving.
Not putting out enough.
not doing enough. Talk to you with my hands tied.
Everybody has a dark side, I am so ashamed when they see mine
Rain falls, dark clouds, no sunshine in this soul. can it really be true?
The clouds are parting, but it's all lies. Shouldn't I see the sunshine now?
Am I really a lost one or am I a good person? Feeling so judged.
will this be all ...
Rarely do I want to start a statement with "I", maybe occasionally, but not all the time. Some would say, they figured me out by telling me, "you don't use I because it's too basic." Point taken.... "you don't use I because it seems too elementary" again point taken... but the real reason, lies within me, something more painful than I care to admit.
I... is too personal and no one really wants to go that far.
I... is too rooted in stories about the writer, some people tend to skip that part
I... is the one baring her soul to the world, but the world never made her feel she mattered.
I... is not enough to give a space in someone's life, that is why I makes false realities trying to ...
In this lockdown corona pendamic,
I just want to say that we are all standing together in this...
Nobody's alone in this,
We'll fight it together...now is the time to show our unity....
Be safe, Stay inside your homes,Listen to the government, GOD BLESS ALL OF US...