If there is one thing
you have proven well
time and time again,
it's the fact that
it's always easy for you
to get up and walk away.
I find myself failing,
Sometimes once, sometimes more;
It makes me think, whether i was born to fail.
I curse myself, and sink deeper into the depths of sadness.
Was there a moment when i was happy? No, i cannot find any. Such is the melancholy of my life.
But it goes on everyday. I drag myself out of bed and manage to fail again.
I have failed to be a daughter, a friend, a lover and also a good human being.
Sometimes you have to pay the price to be naive, and that’s what happened to me.
As I sit sipping my coffee thoughts
of recent events fills my mind with the following thought.
When did humanity reach the point that the truth is met with such hurt that leads to guilt? How have we come to turn such a positive into a reflection of negativity?
Not the truths that bring to light a purposeful lie that was born in the past for they are that which will always create revealed pain.
Is not Life given to seeking the truths that may lead to enlightenment? When one is given as a gift why is it not revered as bettering life?
To me does not the one who tells the deepest of truths showing courage through such depth of integral character not show they are the m...
A note unread.
It's been a while since I last felt so close to you. Is this the last time I ever will/?
Unknown to you, I decided to walk away with a polite smile and a heavy heart.
Every time I see you now, you remind me of the passion that went cold.
And if there was ever a useless thing in the universe, it would have to be the
memories that are cruel and relentless, teasing we with the feelings that once were.
A whirlwind of feelings, amongst which discomfort and loss stand bold and tall,
almost unmistakable. However, if you convince yourself otherwise and choose to believe
something else good luck to you, my friend, because we are now strange...
Y tú, la que riendo me contaba de romances cortos y de almas frágiles con sus tontos corazones; tú ahora me miras fijamente a los ojos y me dices que encontraste el amor y está justo frente a ti.
Y yo, así como antes tú lo hacías, te cuento sobre mis nuevas aventuras pasajeras, porque ya no me dan ganas de padecer lo de antes. Ahora eres tú la que escucha quieta y sin reír.
La vida continua aún sin nosotros, que ahora estamos lejos de todas las situaciones que nos unieron, lejos de esas pequeñas emociones que alguna vez nos bastaron, de esos momentos que ya nunca volverán, porque con el tiempo todo cambio, incluso nosotros...
Whatever happens, happens for the best, right? Though I've never really felt that way, I've always tried to believe in those words & see some hope or positivity out of all the shit that's been happening. Every path you take or decision you make, no matter what the outcome, you gain something. The last 10 days have probably been the best days ever, though it had its hiccups and tiring factor, if I look back at it, it'll be one of the best times ever that I've had. I've pretty much had a solo trip for the first time ever to somewhere outside India, though it made me broke, I guess it was totally worth it. I don't find any point in saving up for a future that may never exist, so might as well d...
Inside of me
There is a hole
For when you left
You broke my soul
The piece that loved
Shattered like glass
The glue of life
Gave it a pass
For each heart beat
Now echoes there
No one to hear
Silence to bear
Quiet tears fall
But fill it not
My happy past
Time has forgot
Lamo The Lion 2018
Sometimes, to move on you need to rethink the way you are thinking about a breakup. I know your emotions are telling you that you should blame them for stringing you along and wasting your time. Instead, always try to respect the person that left you for having the courage to let you know they could no longer continue loving you. For they have now given you an opportunity to be genuinely loved by someone else. @PLECCA
You walk away mumbling something
Under your breathe.
And your indifference
To the core.
It hurts to breathe
And I cry hot tears
That only sting
But do me more harm
I can’t release this pain.
It doesn’t go away.
Debbie O Bottled Up Feelings
I have no idea where I am
And I can't remember how, or when I got here
But I know I was there once
Maybe you lost me when you were trying to find yourself
Or maybe I hid myself away and you couldn't find me
Maybe you miss me
Maybe the real me is there
In the pages of that letter you're reading again
Maybe it's too late
Gail Lapping 11/12/18
I took down my walls,
I allowed them to fall in the most dramatic of ways,
in the same way I fell for you.
All I ever wanted was you
- you were enough
and yet I now find myself stood alone,
the walls which I built so high,
just like you.
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I can hardly believe it sometimes
These years passing me by
First few years were the hardest
Some days, I almost don't remember losing you
Some days, I bawled my eyes out
Some days, the slightest things ended up being the biggest triggers
God, the flashbacks were painful
Always, the flashbacks
The same scene over and over again
Regret filled me with wishes that will never come true:
Wishing I could change things I did
Wishing I could change the words I said
Wishing I could say the words I never said
Wishing I was a better person to you
Wishing I understood your struggles
Wishing I had shared your pain
Wishing you were there with me
More years passed
And I won't lie
It seemed easie...
Sometimes the love wins,
But not in this case,
Our love won the competition,
But why I should expected that will win the whole tournament?
I suppose that was because love is beautiful and addictic, but we don't need that.
Our love had uor history, and ended well.
That is all I need.
Falling in love with you was not a mistake,
Falling in love with the idea of our future was.❤️
Smiling against the toughnesses
Tearing all the lies!
Walking through the wilderness,
Keeping spirits high!
Blooming with God's love,
Moving towards the heaven in the sky!
Tal vez no fue el peor día, pero creo que por eso es mi miedo.
En los días horribles tienes casi la certeza de que el que sigue será mejor.
Pero este siendo tan sólo un día malo, me llena de preocupación y temor.
Siendo un día promedio aumentan las posibilidades de que existan más días así, así de insipidos, asi de deprimentes, así de inquietantes ...
Las presiones de las labores que aunque eran menos de las normales pesaban tres veces más.
Las personas que en el día te roban sonrisas han decidido darte un toque perfecto de insultos y maltratos, tan pocos como para no poder reclamar pero lo suficientes para que te duela el alma.
Y esa tarde que prometía entre risas borrar cualquier rastro...
Have you ever cried so much that you can’t breathe? I feel stupid, played with, and humiliated.
Sad doesn’t wear well on me yet here I am with sadness painted on my skin right through to my soul.
Crawled up in a ball on my bed crying because that’s the only thing that feels right.
Today I begin dying a little with each new day. Rejection in its finest has tipped his hat at me and drew its scar across my heart.
There will be no peace in my heart.
Last year around this time I was having an incredibly hard time with passive suicidal thoughts & and my bf was still an hour away from being home & I was scared to be alone because I was having intrusive suicidal thoughts. I really needed someone to just come sit with me until he was home. I reached out to someone that told me to be the first person I call if I were ever feeling this way... so I did.
She came over & when I tried to talk about how I was struggling, she told me I was manipulative & I just wasn’t praying for the right things & that’s why I was depressed. I was shocked... did she have some kind of wire tap listening in on my prayers to God? How the hell did she think she knew ...