anamarielaag
100/F/Middle of Nowhere
I have a lot of people who believe in me–which sort of scares me because I always knew I was real. / / These are all my writings, would be an honor if you'll give credits. / / The purpose of this page is to express my feelings through writing only.
felt like you left me no choice,
but to let go
even if I wanted to hold on,
I felt too weak.
your indecisiveness,
your doubts,
your fears,
clouded my mind
and I felt suffocated.
and I know
I have to take care of myself
and I just can't
let it all burn
so I'll try my best
to stay away
to let us both heal.
tomorrow is unsure
but maybe someday
we'll both find our safe place.
after all,
I still wish you the best.
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 4:37 PM UTC
that night,
cold wind
and miserable
breeze,
accompany him
his head
full of
endless thoughts
and what if's.
under the moonlit sky,
he stood
as I heard
his silent cries
and
felt his fears.
I became an
overthinker myself
just by worrying
about one.
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 9:41 AM UTC
Do I write again?
Or just keep it to myself?
'Til I bleed so much?
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
There is sadness
in everywhere I look
in everywhere I go
How long
Will it take?
For the sadness
To finally take me?
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 8:58 AM UTC
You crashed my spirit in your hands.
Crampled it like a sheet of paper.
You leave my soul with cracks.
I'm broken and you didn't bother.
You trampled on my feelings,
I get caught up in your maze of madness.
The wounds that you left stings,
Leaving me with no senses.
You left me in despair.
And I suffer alone.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 8:15 PM UTC
I suffer from my own made up complexes.
Building walls not bridges,
Isolating myself from everyone and him.
It's not yet clear.
My mind is in chaos.
My head is messed up.
Is it just me?
Or him?
Or maybe us?
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC
My father already knew it.
When he said,
"You're gonna be heartbroken again."
...
"Yes, I knew too."
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
I have been,
from both sides.
From being
the good one
and
the bad one.
But I guess,
giving your best,
is not
always enough.
Love,
is not always enough.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 6:25 PM UTC
My boy,
Always wishing,
that I'd stay...
But it's not evident,
that he wants me to.
Boy,
keep playing this game...
Not gonna call you a man,
'til you stand up to become one.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 7:12 PM UTC
He taught me,
how to get lost.
And
I taught myself,
how to get found.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC