One of the reasons why suicide is rampant in our society nowadays because there's no one they can really turn to; to talk to; to lean on. Everyone speaks as if they know the whole story. Friends won't even care and listen when he tell them your problems, if they would listen, they will often say "You can do it." but on the other hand what they really want to hear is, "I am here for you" or "I always have your back, no matter what" Family members would often judge him, "You're just being a drama king/queen" or they start to comparing themselves in his shoes during their "encounter on that same situation", they just assume that they know it all.
Nobody wants to listen at your thoughts, rants...
Flying on a line high up in the sky
Left all alone and forgotten out to dry
Day after day and no one sees
That they left you on the line the sweater of fleece
Cant they see the damage they do merely passing by
All the threads one by one start to untie
A heat struck day followed by rain downpour
Your dragged through the elements each day more and more
I see the damage they have done
All your tears and all your runs
You think they can never be undone
But I’m right here to help pull you out of the sun
Let me pull you down and mend the damage you’ve incurred
You keep trying to blow away with the birds
Stay still is all I ask I’m here to repair your past days
Not to tear you apart in new ways
Time has gone past and I’m the same you see
There’s no history of the past consuming or leaving me
Things deep inside have stayed locked up for good
There’s no wondering as it should
I keep people at arms length and shoulder high
All fuzzy and warm feelings are to deny
Those places you know to be your home are my empty shells
The only things in my head screams and yells
They tells me to protect, reject the things that cause harm
They will not allow me to get Whipped, Beaten or lashed
No harm will come to me now or the things that have passed
As you see me walk pass with a darkened shade
It’s because of the others that are attached as to how I was made
Creep in my mind if you please
They all ...
Blurring the Lines( Weeklychallenge)
The burps of rich class made 'poor' people deaf and the elite's curse made them to theft.
December brought 'artic' conditions but the poor are far more resilient than the rich class who find no warmth in their fake pride or amusing the bourgeoisie.
But the spirits of the poor is very high
And they are ready to leave behind the so- called 'bright' position of the rich class!
A few years ago I retreated from all the people I knew to move to Ireland.
I feel my life has been better, overall. But I didn’t have many friends to start with, and since the move, I’m down to almost none.
I worry sometimes that I’ll never find a sense of belonging again. There’s something about the culture here I can’t penetrate, and as happy as I am otherwise, the loneliness has started to weigh on me.
I’m not an easy person to get to know. My interests are somewhat rigid, I smile when I don’t mean it, and if I’m not writing my fantasy novel I’m buried in a book. Still, there must be other people out there like me, right?
To all the lonely people.
Volvió, después de tanto tiempo sin él, decidió regresar. Me preguntaba el por qué, es que es tan fácil darse cuenta de que llevo una máscara puesta?, de que la felicidad en mi rostro es fingida?, y que mis llantos y suplicas por dejar este mundo fueron escuchadas?. Pero lo peor de todo es que yo misma crei haber engañado a todos pero si ni yo misma me lo creía, como iba a ser posible engañarlos?. A veces aunque siempre llevemos una sonrisa pintada en el rostro, nuestra alma saca a relucir lo destrozados que podemos llegar a estar. Y es ahí cuando te das cuenta de que la depresión jamás se fue de tu lado, si no que también creíste haberla tapado con una sonrisa.
By Francheska C.
I wish I could express you how I feel right now...
Success and Love
"We're all just a bunch of addicts, struggling with our drug of choice." - JmStorm
I'm sorry I was faded for a conversation
I stayed silent around your love
I was overly medicated for our phone call
I didn't know love was more than just a saying
I never showed you how much I really love you
I went through our life without showing you what love is
But I need you to know
That I'm terrified of the future
Because without you I'm nobody
It is one of those days.
Headaches, bad moments, the worst thinking, and memories.
How often does it happen to you?
I wish I could just close my eyes already and finish this day. But still have things pending.
I wish I had the help I was promised, but... You know... You can’t force people to keep their word.
Reader, do things on your own.
Success and Love
I have spent more time lately learning about people who overcome adversity, and especially those who have developed an inner strength that makes them untouchable.
Of particular note are those indelible people who have learned to “struggle happy,” which sounds strange but it’s a very real condition, and also the title of the book my daughter Ana recently crafted. I know that Struggle Happy, the book, would have never been done so well, without the inspiration of the lettrs app, and it’s amazing PenPals from across the world.
And it wasn’t that you didn’t love her;
It’s that your heart belonged somewhere else and you couldn’t pretend anymore.
Christkindlemarkets are a big deal in Germany. They are everywhere in almost every midsize city. But all the glamour is gone. My kids will never be able to attend a market without anti terror barricade at each entrance or exit of the market. It used to be a place to enjoy time together with friends in family. Getting ready for Christmas. Now it's a place of some fear and a weird feeling. Whenever you are standing at a booth, you can't just relax and enjoy anymore, all the security measurements around you keeps you aware of the possiblity it can happen all the time again.
I wish I would've had my phone at KFC tonight. The BBQ big crunch stacker. Double. It was so greasy it slipped out of my hand, off the table and right on my grandmother's lap haha. Ruined those pants for sure. Ive been home for an hour now and it's finally hit me. My stomach is too heavy to move off of this lazy boy. Now with that added to my weekly diet along with bigmacs, sweet and sour chicken, roast beef sandwiches and endless coffee Ill probably live forever.
I talked to an Aussie girl on and off for about 6 years online. I pushed her away again. I've done it several times over the years., She'd block me, I'd look her up a few months later and we'd talk again until I ruined it again. T...
It's like we are destined to go backwards after moving forward for so many months..
So how does it feel, to dump it all on me and make a run for it. I've never really hated anyone, and I probably wouldn't hate anyone either. I've always let go of things, as long as it's on me, I wouldn't give much of a damn. But if you involve the people I love and care about, I'll never forgive you. That's always how I've been. You can wreck me, leave me broken or heartbroken, but I'll still never hate you for it. I've never been the kind to hold out that much of a grudge.
Yet, people think I'll hate them. Yet, people and like they've never known me. It's like I've never existed for anyone. It's like people see me, they talk to me, for days and nights, for weeks and months & still k...
What the hell is this NEW madness?
I know I've been distant
But so have You
I'm sitting here like an absolute fool waiting for You
Perhaps the same could be said of Me
Hell if I know NEmore...
I don't have the slightest clue where I am
I just know that I hate it here with a burning passion
The environment is far too fragile and sensitive
The littlest thing makes waves of impressions that echo infinities
Wherein lies the Lesson?
I pray for the healing of the wounded
whether they're soldiers or Kings,
for it is those in this way branded
that destroy the good that is.
There's no source of evil
like an unhealed pain
so your efforts to heal
will never be in vain.
Listen to your body,
for it keeps the score:
If you feel your heart get muddy
then you have to heal some more!
The first time I was touched inappropriately I was 10.
I was with my mom, in a very very crowded BEST Bus and a man rubbed his hands over my body.
I was scared,
BEST busses still scare me. I'm 24 years old now.
The second time, I was 14.
I was at a local cafe with friends, and the waiter groped me.
I was sacred. Again.
I went home and I took a shower, tried to wash him off me.
At 24, I still avoid going to that cafe.
A man decided to jerk off while staring at me in the middle of a very busy street.
I am still scared.
My first instinct should not be fear. But it is.
I know, I should'nt have to be panicking when these things happen, that I have to fight them
I know I have to stand...