when my soul misses you, my eyes looking for you, that just means that I love you. I just don't know why my love passes through you and never touched your heart.

You showed me how much you treated me badly and I pretended that im okay so you wouldnt hurt yourself. I believe that there is good in you always, that's why I stayed and hoped we could make it. But you gave me no signal, no response, no story. What am I to do? When I did the best of me for you? Making me feel like I haven't done so much in trying, in hoping that everything is going to be okay. But this isn't okay, how much pain I embraced from your absence, silence, recklessness, hopelessness and to make me feel like I'm not being enough for you. Why do I despair now? I don't know anymore...

My big depression is back again for this autumn season

I'm not perfect
But too soft

Its hard to sleep and harder to wake up now

It's been difficult to understand love in walks through life. How things can and can't be put together, how shapes don't match the shadows of our past, making healing harder to face every single day. And lights just stays dim in every moment I breathe. I'm trying to move forward but I keep looking back, hoping it would enlighten me to know what the future means to me. That having someone to move makes it feel less lonely, a journey to share a life with, but it never was and now I forget that I'm someone too, that I'm human too and within this bittersweet silence, I find myself little by little and hopefully someday would know what is real and isn't.

I know it's dumb but I feel *******...

How it feels to be blue ( to me at least )

Hate me if you must, but know matter where we are, you are no stranger to my heart. Forget me if you will, but memories last forever.

I tried to see the good, only to be fed with false hope...

We don't feel the same anymore
But I wish you the happiest years forward than the time spent with me. I set you free even if my eyes were to tear. I'll be fine someday and one day will be free

It's done. Why does it still hurts?

It still hurts, wondering about what felt missing that doesn't even belong to you.

This time it felt real

We'll be okay, this time for sure.

The silence still buries me but one day it will become my favorite music

Just a Bathtub moment. A common thought that sometimes feels new

My arms are cold

Rusty pen

I still miss you even if I have no right to be.

Magic ink

Farewell my firefly

You will always be loved

So much for trying to keep myself away from writing but here I am

W (ork)
I (n)
P (rogress)

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