I carry the burdens of others.
I carry their exquisite pain.
I carry a torture that smothers.
I carry it only to release again.
I didn't write about you to be conflicted.
I didn't write about you to be mocked.
I didn't write about you to be chained.
Do you see now? Or have you always known? The kind of muck that people dip their tongues in while considering it to be reason.
I was never a hater of their opinions, yet they've always tried to find thorny paths that would lead towards me.
I'm singing the tunes of the mystic and trying to wipe clean the muck through my conviction, yet I strangely feel empty and used.
I wonder what you're up there saying, and I wonder if you're raising an eyebrow at my shivering heart.
Because I wrote about you to be liberated,
But everywhere I go, your words have caged me, so I'm not...
Tem dias que eu só queria sumir.
Me esconder dentro de mim e ali permanecer
Até o dia clarear
Quero parar esse nó na minha garganta
Que me enlaça
E me faz querer ficar protegida
No meu corpo
Escondida do mundo
Mas fugindo da mente
A ânsia de pertencer
Já não é mais presente.
no worse an agony
when your eternal Love
your forever Best Friend
becomes a stranger
My eyes were searching for the answers
The questions raised by my deadlocked heart
Why is it you don’t feel me anymore when am around...
Why I fail to feel your touch.....
Why we sail on different paths in the same boat we travel
Yet end up at same destinations
Why My nights are morning to you
As I sleep with a deadlocked heart forever
My eyes are numb
Tears dried up
Drenched in Tsunami of questions
The answers for which I fail to get
I thinking about you,
Why you're not here with me anymore,
Out of blue,
I see you at front of me,
I go there,
Youre not there,
I see behind me,
I go back behind,
I looking everywhere,
You're not there too,
I look at the skies,
Oh you're there,
Smiling to me at there,
Then I remember,
You had gone forever,
I smile back hiding my tears,
I wish you're happy there,
Rest in peace there,
I will always missing you here..
A simple choice in the beginning
almost innocent in scope
and it just felt so good to be high
to chase that euphoric feeling
'til the candles burnt down to stubs
and I couldn't remember my own name
just one more line
one more pill
one more fix
chasing the dragon into the dark
at the expense of everyone
the cost of everything
giving little thought to the pain
or the burning bridges
but I can see the tracks of tears
on my mother's face
and hear her lament in the twilight
that rose to a wailing by morning
when the dragon finally won
Cinco días, y pensé que se volvía fácil.
Pensarte, recordarte, pronunciar tu nombre, hablar de ti.
Dicen que ayuda... A mi me rompe.
Todas las canciones hablan de ti, suenan a ti, se sienten a ti.
En cada lugar nuevo que estoy, me imagino estando contigo... No imagino un mundo sin ti.
Cinco días, y cada vez se vuelve más difícil.
When morning wears crown,
with pasty light of near the beginning
When the sun goes down,
and day takes away its gown
When the night sulks,
and stars lighten up their town
I feel unaided
When quivering eve arrives, I lament
there in no one of my own
When tormenting spring,
glamorizes the lawn
All the desires, now have flown
None to surmise upon
like a bird, being tied to pinion
I feel alone
In fall season,
when storms splash
to me, no shelter is known
not any shoulder to rest on
When cuckoo sings,
in summer's morn
Undeniably! I am wretched and dejected
Life always glares with scorn'
I feel forlorn
For you there'll be no crying
For you the sun
Will be shining
Cause I feel
That when I'm with you
It's all right
I know it's all right
And the songbirds
Like they know the score
And I love you
I love you
I love you
Like never before
Fleetwood Mac/Eva Cassidy
The favourite song of someone that I once loved very dearly, and the mother of my child, who was sadly taken from us far too young...
For Rhiannon, we will miss your gypsy soul ❤️❤️❤️
I'm getting questions about how OCD works mentally.
For every person, this has a different outcome. One person has a compulsive cleaning disorder, the other just has a lot of habits of touching things, etc. Everyone struggling with OCD has their own mindset and fears who controls them.
For me, it are fears of losing people that I love, or seeing them hurt. So throughout the whole day, I'm having like at least two bad thoughts every minute. The thoughts consist of scenarios of what could happen to someone I love. And if I have an intrusive thought like that, I feel the fear coming along with it and dragging my mood to the ground, giving me anxiety. And that, I feel every minute of the da...
When deeply hurt...a person laughs louder than usual not just because they are faking it. It is because that the person finds it hard to explain his/her situation and that incapability makes the person laugh at own self.... louder...maybe the loudness is due to the echo which occurs due to the hollowness caused by the pain....within us.
You would never know it,
The constant pain I feel,
Because in the light of day
It almost isn't real.
Sure, I'll play, I'll laugh,
I'll sing some songs,
But that pain is always lurking
Because it's been here all along.
And when the darkness comes
With its all-consuming power,
It slowly takes my soul
Hour by dreadful hour.
But they tell me that I'm strong enough.
They swear that it gets better.
They say, "If you can just hold out
and bear this stormy weather."
They tell me, "You will be happy one day.
All you need do is fight."
But what they seem to forget
Is after each day comes the night.
And so I act along.
I play my part
While this crushing darkness
Slowly breaks my heart.
I'm sorry for not giving you the love that you deserve. If you just give me another chance.
SUPERCUT OF MY LOVE
There are words waiting below my tongue
I want to place them on your heart
And tell you
That my memories of you are what make my heart beat at 3AM when there are war sirens blowing in the distance.
That it's your words
Waiting in the hollow of my collarbone
That leap out in my defence
Pick up the fucking call
And tell you
That your voice is the most beautiful sound I hear
In my spring breakdown
And the leaves churning under my toes
In the autumn remind me of the break in your spine,
That there's a whole lot of sky
Waiting to be sketched inside my heart
And it's only you
Who can pick up the pen
And stroke me with colours.
Tell you that heaven awaits me one day