It was like an immense storm inside my head,
Gradually killing my thoughts inside my mind one by one, till nothing could be thought of anymore, like flowers; unable to revive themselves.
And the sound of everything collapsing around me, did not calm my agitation.
And the feeling of knowing that everything was falling apart right before me, only caused chaos in my empty conscious.
The anger only gathered and continued.
It was just the fact that,
My Anger
For you was so,
Deep.
Deeper than any channel that hid in the raging ocean that I call,
My Mind.
The fury that lit a fire in my soul,
I can only hope that it will reinstate the damage done, to make me feel whole once again.
And maybe one day I'll let that wrath go, but until then, it will remain, and it will endure.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
If only you knew that you are absolutely extraordinary,
My Dear, you are capable of so much
You are better than those broken pieces
Unaware of the power that you contain,
You are able to take control.
So please, forgive me if I stumble and fall
You've started a fire in my soul
Passionate, Raw, and Raging
In a world full of shattered potential
and short-lived moments.
In a world that praises overlooked connections
Take A leap, A step, A chance into the uncertain.
In a sea full of people, people that just pass by in your life; never to be seen again.
Take hold of the ones you cherish and the ones who value you most, because within a blink of an eye,
Your chance could be gone, so will they, and regret will return in an instant.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC
It's quite tragic actually
because after time and time
of feeling
and being torn apart piece by piece
my brain was finally done.
Like all of my feelings have been endured and experienced
and what's even more heartbreaking is that It's like I cannot
even feel anymore.
An eternal trench in my stomach
that continuously spews and extracts an addicting
senseless toxin
and
bitter venom
my heart becomes cold
and no more tears can be shed because
it's
Game over.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
And what was the most fearful part? You questioned.
The most fearful part is not the perception of desolation
or the iniquity that consumes you.
Regardless of the emerging discomfort
of vacancy.
The most frightening part is
the
awareness,
that you have entirely
forgotten yourself.
As you lay awake and conscious
Slowly deteriorating at beginning of night,
because you have lost the capability to sleep
and you cannot even cry
because
you
don't
even
care.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
As stated before, I was a delicate Rose.
Vulnerable to the first hands that were designated to pick me.
Taken advantage of within a split second.
Manipulated to the very end.
Tragic isn’t it?
You, ripping me out of my bedrock like I was nothing.
YOU ripped out my roots.
I did not realize how I did deserve to be treated.
I deserved to be watered and provided with sunlight.
Instead I was left to wilt,
Left with a single drop of water.
I was misused and abused.
I was exploited to the very end,
To the point where it was too late to realize that I couldn’t get out.
The impact you had on me,
It was so significant that it had made me hostile, fearful and frightened.
Making me believe that everyone else was just the same.
Ruining my perspective on people with intentions of ‘picking’ me.
Left hurting, left to die and left to fend for myself.
But that’s exactly what I did, I rose myself up, I made myself whole again.
Coming to the realization that I did NOT need you.
Stronger than ever before.
Wiser than ever before.
Perceiving that everything that had happen, was a lesson.
A lesson learned, knowing that I did not deserve a single drop of water,
Because this rose deserves the sun, and this rose deserves the ocean.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
I was a delicate flower
Waiting to be picked
And when that day finally came,
I was happy, but only for a moment
I was watered and taken care of
But soon, forgotten
You rose me up just to rip me down
You left me to wilt and to die
Longing for that water you once gave me
Depending on you for my source of life
I strove for that happiness you once provided me with
But I was abandoned,
For a better, much nicer looking rose.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC
I love you
Three words that seem have no meaning anymore,
Thrown around like a ball,
Those three words that were once so powerful,
Now meaningless...
"I love you" he said
And the mistake I made...was believing it.
I longed for that love he said he gave me,
I believed a lie of which made myself feel whole.
Hurting myself even more in the end,
Because when he said "I was lying"
Ripped and cut my heart in half;
like a flower being picked, longing for that life it once had, to breathe and to feel free..
Gone in an instant; like it had no purpose or meaning.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
Terrible isn' it?
finally being made whole
the void in your chest finally filled,
feeling good for once...
until that feeling leaves,
making you believe that you are helpless,
that you can't get through life anymore without that materialistic thing,
That's where the problem lies,
finding happiness in things that might not last forever,
and that is where I went wrong
I began to feel helpless and devastated..
and there I was doing something i'd never thought I would do,
I had finally given up...
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
Today is the day that we all stop pretending we're okay, Yesterday could have been the day where you said your last lie "I'm fine". Sometimes you'll feel broken and that's okay because I don't want people to tell me "move on" or "it'll get better" I need someone to tell me that it's 'okay to be sad' and that my feelings are valued. Sometimes we just need someone to hold us, tell us that we've been strong for far to long and that it's okay to not be okay. It tears me apart when someone tells me to be something I'm not. We should never listen to the people who tell us we're "wrong". Those are the people who thrive and prosper to feed on our insecurities, and that's what eats us alive and breaks us apart. Those are the people who think they know you better than yourself and Those are the people who get inside of your head and feed you all the negative thoughts about yourself. Remember that you are beautiful, you are stronger than you know and you are more than you think.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
In my weakest moment I went to you
you shook your head in all of the disgrace
the disappointment that we both went through
the despair was written amongst your face
here comes those nonstop voices in my ear
sadness saying 'who do you think you are'
looks like you now are on your own from here
because you could never reach that far
but during the shadow of all that shame
my heart drowns out of the enduring doubt
I’m worn of all the everlasting pain
broken down, but I am surely not out
no more lying in all the fatality
I’m finally rising in victory..
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC