The same date returns,
and so do the tears,
pouring quietly into my soul.
I hate the days that remember me.
Days that whisper pain
like it never left.
Sometimes I wish
I was never born into this world,
where emptiness settles
inside a broken heart.
This heaviness in my chest
steals my breath,
and I ask the same questions—
why?
Why do those around me
notice me only when I falter,
yet look away
when I give them everything I am?
People disappoint me.
Family disappoints me.
Friends disappoint me.
And I disappoint myself—
for staying kind,
for caring too deeply,
when love was never returned
the same way.
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 9:02 AM UTC
They joke about forgotten names,
about moments lost in air,
but my missing pieces
are heavier than laughter can bear.
Some faces live only as shadows,
some weeks dissolve in a blur,
yesterday slips through my fingers
before I’m sure it was ever there.
My mind is a room with scattered lights,
flickering on, then gone,
memories knock but don’t always enter,
and morning feels like I’m reborn.
Every day is a reset day—
a quiet, unfamiliar start,
I rebuild myself from fragments
with a brave and trembling heart.
They laugh at memory as a joke,
I carry it as a fight,
searching for pieces of who I was
just to feel whole tonight.
Still, I wake.
Still, I try.
Still, I choose to live what’s new.
Even with a shattered yesterday,
today, I am still me — true.
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 8:47 PM UTC
When I finally let you go,
know that it comes with forgiveness—
quiet, honest, real.
I’m letting the memories fade,
even if your presence still lingers
in the corners of my world.
What happens to you now
is no longer mine to carry.
If I hold on, even a little,
we’ll only fall back into the old rhythm
of hurting and blaming each other.
So I release it…
I release us.
Breathe, darling.
You’ve survived storms before—
you will again,
with me or without me.
And when you miss me,
you don’t need to call or text.
Two years we tried
to hold our pieces together;
there is no need
to carry this pain any further.
Try to move on from me,
the way I’m learning to move on from you.
I may still feel something
when our friends speak your name,
but I won’t step back into your path.
My chapter is closed,
and so is the story we wrote together.
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 4:53 AM UTC
You asked me, “Do you love me?”
I said, “I do — but not like that.”
Not as a lover,
but as a friend I always care for.
You got quiet.
Took your heart and left our town
to feel nothing at all.
Three years passed.
No calls, just old photos
of what used to be.
I miss the bond we had.
But some stories end
so we can grow on our own.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 9:37 AM UTC
Don’t take my kindness as a weakness,
or my time as something to waste.
If you keep asking the same questions,
maybe it’s time to walk your own way.
I don’t say “I love you” just to say it —
I show it, in the way I care, in what I do.
Words once meant the world to me,
but too many letdowns taught me to trust action, not promises.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
I look back at our photo — two smiles caught mid-laughter, too real to fake, even with life weighing heavy on us.
Back then, we didn’t have much, but we had that — something solid, unspoken.
Now, our smiles in pictures feel like strangers wearing our faces.
And though a part of me wants to stay angry,
there’s still a small corner of my heart
that waits for you to say something — anything — that sounds like the old us.
People keep asking, like they expect me to have all the words.
But why is it only me who has to say what happened? Why not you?
Do you ever stop and wonder
how much it hurts —
not just losing what we were,
but never really knowing why?
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 8:54 AM UTC
The more I observe my circle, the clearer colors show,
Truth unveiled in whispers, in shadows they throw.
They judge, they speak, casting words in the air,
Yet their inner selves mirror what they declare.
Sometimes I choose silence, not to push them away,
But their hollow words make comfort stray.
It's not that I dislike the chatter they bring,
But emptiness in speech can clip my wings.
So, I sit with my thoughts, a quiet retreat,
Listening to life, where truths discreet.
In their echoes, I find what’s real,
A sanctuary of calm where wounds can heal.
Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 5:49 AM UTC
In a world where joy and sorrow blend,
We wear our smiles, though hearts may bend.
The laughter fades, and shadows creep,
A heavy burden that we all must keep.
In moments where the heart should soar,
Instead, we feel a quiet war.
The joy that once filled up our days,
Now leaves us lost in a dismal haze.
We reach out, hoping to be heard,
But find no comfort in a word.
Alone, we craft a mask of cheer,
To hide the pain, to mask the fear.
Yet deep within, we all the same,
Carry wounds that have no name.
In this silent, shared despair,
Know that you're not alone out there.
Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 9:33 AM UTC
I'm searching for myself,
Searching through the past and the present,
Who am I supposed to be and what will I do,
The living me felt like a prototype robot,
Doing everything to keep my world moving,
Work, social and everything.
Am I a living person in this world?
Where can I find myself more like a human,
Can someone find me happiness, sadness and anger?
Those feeling died together with me human feeling
Aug 17, 2022
Aug 17, 2022 at 10:27 AM UTC
I wish that I was brave enough to said that I can tell you that I like you.
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 6:14 AM UTC