It’s not always a relationship that makes you feel empty and sad sometimes it’s life that hits you hard and makes you realize that YOU ARE NOT DOING ENOUGH // not enough to make your small circle happy // not enough to pack a bag and roam freely // not enough to order a stacker // not enough to make ppl affiliated to you happy // not enough to smile from heart // not enough to waking up to a thought that everything is fine // not enough to make your heart feel that you did good // not enough to be able to fix everything // I feel I’m losing this all slowly // the way you talk, the gap between your words kills me every time just hold on please I promise I will fix this, I have to fix this to make every thing enough and make you happy for real ♥️ I’m trying to be strong and it’s hurting me more but I’ll be standing strong next to you and make you happy I promise.

late at night
laying on bed
staring the ceiling
as the cigarette's ash falls down
tear rolls down from the eyes
making me fall apart
with the feeling of
homesickness

And in the middle of my chaos, there was you. Now i am left with all these 50shadesofchaos :)

we
spend
a
lifetime
hoping
for
a
better
tomorrow
without
realising
each
day
hoping
is
another
day
lost.

" I'm tired, - she said. - I'm tired of having to constantly pretend like there's no feelings inside. I'm tired of laughing at people who think I don't feel anything at all. In fact, I feel almost everything, and its so hard that suffocates my creature. It happens when someone slowly loses interest in me as if it were clouds that closed the sky during warm summer days. As if it were the colors that lose their brightest shades. I can feel my heart breaking when someone consistently and methodically points to the mistakes I have made, its like washing all the right things I've ever done in my life. Like if everything became meaningless and I need to start doing something so they all get proud of me again. I feel like stranger words hurt me, especially if the people who said it are the ones who used to be incredibly dear to me ". she looked down, on her hands, trying to calm down. She's not used to opening her heart to anyone. She's not used to talking about what she thinks. But for now, she knew it was the best thing she should do that it could ease her own burden that she wore a heavy load with her for too long. Slowly sighs, she added, "I just want you to know that even if people pretend to be a ******* black hole inside them, they will always be touching the chest, feeling the beating of their own heart". - can you really see me?