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V Jun 2019
I am not the person I want to be yet.
But...
I am trying not to be too ******* the one I am now.
I have never been the person to give love to myself or put myself first.
Nor has it ever been me to love myself at all as much as I do the rest of the world.
Slowly, I am learning...
If not, co-existing into the home that is a body.
V Dec 2015
The truth hurts, because lies are a wound.

The ones who love you-they want to heal it.
Your enemies-want to use it.

In both cases you feel pain.

**Don't mistake the ones who love you as enemies.
V Apr 2019
The truth is, you learn a little more about yourself every-time someone says goodbye.
</3
V Mar 2019
Do not ever worry about dumping the entire ocean on us, we have all drowned in it before.
To anyone who needs a reminder that you are never alone and your silence doesn't have to be the end.
Many of us care and many will listen, for me I always will.
Also inspired by the quote ""Spill your emotions, or be prepared to drown in them."
V Oct 2015
Demons with purity, Angels with Sin,
Benevolence truly shines from within.
Judge those who are not shrouded with darkness,
For they have experienced pain and emptiness.
Open your arms and share with them your light, and one day you may just end their fright.*


V May 2016
So little, so simple,
Yet they have so much meaning;
So minor, yet inside her,
Her consciousness is teeming.
With anger, with hatred,
For they treated her wrongly,
Her heartache, her heartbreak,
Her agonizing longing.

So much wrong for so long,
She almost wants to leave it,
Yet hope is beneath it,
She almost can't believe it.
That some form of hope lurks,
In something deep inside her,
A fire that rises,
In he who walks beside her.

She's holding on so fervently,
She's staying strong because she believes,
Discordant cacophonies,
Give way to perfect melodies.

Of her shame or her strength,
Are those lines indication?
For all of them are hollow,
Another step she's taken.
Yet somehow she's here now,
Still after all that pain,
So maybe she's saying,
"There is sunshine after rain".

She shivers but glimmers,
With some degree of life,
She knows she's not over,
And that is why she fights.

She's holding on so fervently,
She's staying strong because she believes,
Discordant cacophonies-
Give way to perfect melodies.
I am struggling to stay in this world, but I can only hope that by continuing it to help others and a deep love for humanity, that finds its way to give my most utmost warmest thoughts, empathy, compassion and faith.
Stay strong, and never ever give up.
<3
V Mar 2019
Only those who truly care about you, will hear you when you are quiet.
:)
V Jun 2019
People run in packs because they don't feel safe alone.

I run alone because I don't feel safe in packs.
Thought to reshare. (:
V May 2019
I have always been so afraid of losing people that it took me a long time to understand that I am somebody who can be lost too.
12:30 AM
V Feb 2018
Paint,
For an already beautiful canvas.
We are not picture perfect, but we are still worth the picture in the end. <3

You are beautiful.
In being human, in being you.
V Nov 2016
Life is confusing, like a maze.

Everyone tries to find the right way.

One wrong step could ruin it all.

One mistake and you could fall.

It's easy to get lost when you don't know

Where to end up and where to go.

Are you walking the right way?

It's hard to know and hard to say.

Make the right choices at the right time.

Avoid the wrong path and you'll be fine.

Once you're lost it can be hard

To find your way back to the start.

Follow your heart and ignore the lies.

Don't get lost in the maze of life.
V Mar 2018
3 million years ago,
Humans walked freely in the enchanted wild.

We were wanderers by birth,
Became prisoners by choice.
Just something that came to mind during a spiritual encounter. Idk.
V Mar 2018
Allow someone to hold your mind for too long,
And he may just take your life.
Based upon personal experience with trauma and abuse since I was younger. I still struggle with things such a strange "Stockholm syndrome" and things I have yet to "deprogram" my mind from believing.

To those who have known physical or mental abuse or even both:
Acknowledgement in speaking up is your first step to freedom,
Do not be afraid to see what is beyond the cage.
V Nov 2016
If I was a monster, would you be scared of me?

I wouldn't be surprised if you tried to flee.

Look at the beast that I've become.

Will you leave me, will you run?

Or would you dare to set me free?

And break the chains that have broken me?

You could save me and be the one,

To tame the monster I've become.

Would you look into my eyes and see,

That inside this beast, it's still me?

Can't you see me bleed and cry?

I can't fix myself, even if I try.

You think I've changed, but actually,

This monster here has always been me.

For far too long I've been locked inside,

These chains of my own guilt and pride.

What if I'm not who you thought I would be?

If I was a monster, would you still love me?
</3
V Apr 2018
I am the moon.
I may not burn as bright as the sun-
But I glimmer enough to shed light on the things that crave to be seen in utter darkness.
V Jun 2018
Everything my heart desires is either too far for my arms to reach or too hot for my fingers to touch;
But like a moth to a flame, I move towards it even as it consumes me.
V Mar 2019
Even if you're not here to stay, I'm happy the universe allowed your soul to stop by.
Recently my 3 year relationship ended.
Though I do not feel any emotions yet, I am sure that one random night around 2AM will be there.
Here is to moving on to focus on more important things.
V Sep 2015
They started with a love letter-

And ended with a suicide note*


V Dec 2018
There are many who don't wish to sleep for the fear of nightmares.
Sadly, there are many who don't wish to wake for the same fear.
V Nov 2016
Black and white, black and white.

In the darkness, a pale light.

Is it hope? Could it be?

Close your eyes, it's just a dream.

The world is cold, so dull and grey.

It seems it's always been this way.

All is black, grey and white.

Black and empty is the night.

Look up into the cold black sky.

Don't be sad, no need to cry.

Do you see the small white stars?

The light is there, yet so far.

Not a whisper, not a sound.

Only silence all around.

All alone, there's nothing left.

Just dead colors and emptiness.

What happened here, what's going on?

Where are the colors, what went wrong?

Black, white and shades of grey.

That's all there is, every day.

Feel the cold breeze of the night.

In this world of black and white.
Based on the past...
V Mar 2021
Blood is thicker than water,
So I had no reason to cry over you any longer.
Simple and rather straightforward excerpt regarding how no matter how many fake friends (especially given this last year) had left, scammed, betrayed and hurt me or even how previous breakups have affected me, my family was always there in the end to help me recover and keep on trying once again.
🖤
I often struggle with being cynical and never seeking-fearing even- any outside relationship, friend or romantic, due to the fact of life that in the end, everyone always leaves or may hurt you-
But family, especially my mom, has always reminded me why it's always worth seeking and hoping for again and again and that absolutely no one is worth crying rivers over forever, especially if they never had for you. As well as knowing there are many others out there who are much more important and worthy to give your emotions and energy to, in my case, it is my family.
Take it as you will though. :)
V Aug 2015
I knelt to pray, but not for long,
I had much to do.
"Must hurry off and get to work,
For bills would soon be due!",

And so I said a hurried prayer,
Jumped up and off my knees,
My Christian duty now was done,
My soul could be at ease.

All through the day I had no time,
To speak a word of cheer;
No time to speak of the Kingdom to friends,
'They'd laugh at me', I feared.

No time, no time, so much to do,
That was my constant cry.
No time to give to those in need-

At last t'was time to die.

And when before Jehovah I came,
I stood with feeling of strife,
Within his hands he held a book-

It was the Book of Life.

God looked into his book and said:
"Your name I cannot find,
I once was going to write it down,
But never found the time."


Written from the inspiration of Matthew 24:14.
How important it is not to only "practice what you preach" but to take the time to really show your love for God.
Not just because people expected you to do as a true Christian, but because you wholeheartedly want to. <3
V May 2020
I understand that I may never understand,
However, I will still stand.
.
#blacklivesmatter
.
This is not to be said in ignorance towards many topics, but in the matter of empathy and being an advocate regarding many areas, some of them being equality/humanitarianism, the LGBTQ community, mental health awareness, etc.
🖤
V Apr 2017
Let me be broken today
So I can recollect myself and be whole again tomorrow.
With regards to
Anjum Choudhary
V Jan 2018
The weight of a crown is heavier than you think.
Based upon SRA trauma.
V Mar 2018
Disgust,
Mistrust,
It was never love, only lust.
From past experience.
V Feb 2018
Some people only pick up a pen in grief,
May your pen pick you up in peace.

<3
Ever since I was young did I write and write and write. Since the day I could hold a pencil, marker, pen, crayon, whatever.

I was always full of abundant stories, poetry and imagination, and only later on would I know both ends from picking up a pen in both sadness and of happiness.

I have recieved many awards for my writing pieces in the past, given some to many, published ones for myself or as gifts; but nothing in my life could ever amount to the peace I have had in picking up a pen and being able to create words that not only have spread so many things and help to others,
But in helping myself.

To all the writers out there-
"Use what talent you posses, the woods would be very silent if the only birds that sang were the best."

<3
V Aug 2020
One day,
The poor will have nothing left to eat but the rich.
✊🏻
V Aug 2020
A pain killer,
Not a killer of pain.
A reminder to myself. I am and have been 5 years clean.
Trauma has found me, and it's hard not to relapse...but I'm still fighting.

This is pretty simple, but it came to mind and still does whenever I feel the temptation rise.
V Mar 2019
The art of creating problems that do not exist.
Been doing this a lot lately. ):
V Jan 2019
Hurt people,
Hurt people.
I often spend hours at night reflecting or having memories of past abuse and trauma. I am the type to see the level of pain in my abusers than evil. It makes me sad and often...
Has made me look crazy for giving them forgiveness and empathy from a lot of people.
No one is born evil, be it an illness, pain, or even trauma themselves...
I at least try to see some reality in it all.

I don't know, that's just me.
V Sep 2015
Sometimes I'm not sure if I'm asleep or awake,

My dreams are real and reality is fake.

What I think is real might be wrong,

Perhaps I've been deceived all along.

Maybe I'll wake up if this is a dream,

And realize that nothing is how it once seemed.

There are times when I just feel-

Like nothing in my life is real.

Perhaps I'll wake up after I die-

And see that my whole life was a lie.

Maybe not even reality is real,

Sometimes it seems abstract and surreal.

My life is terrible, too awful to be true,

So can it be real? I wish I knew.

This surreal life I can't escape,

What if I'm not even awake?

My whole life could be a dream,

Trapped in my mind, reality unseen.

If my life is a dream, don't wake me yet.

I want to live a life I'll never forget.
Living with dissociation, you begin to wonder...
About the things you have never dared to think of before. Both condemning and relieving.
V Mar 2018
You must all call me insane behind the curtains of the stage,
And who knows if you are well acquainted with the directors pulling the strings.
Paranoia, insecurity, anxiety and feelings of distrust and worthlessness have really be getting to me lately. ):
V Nov 2020
Speak to people in a way that if they died the very next day, you'd be satisfied with the last thing you said.
💫
V Jan 2019
It's difficult to remind yourself,
That you are not just a perception of what others make you,
But that you are more than that.

You are your laugh,
And all those times when you couldn't get up,
But found the strength within yourself to make it through.

Don't let others be the only source of reflection.
❤️
V Apr 2018
Even the planets aren't perfectly aligned,
How can you expect yourself to be?

Being in pieces doesn't make you any less beautiful.
2 AM thoughts.
V Oct 2015
No amount of pills could ever "cure" me and no amount of doctors could truly know my pain,
Why I refuse to look in any mirror and why I sometimes almost go insane.

No therapy could ever make it "disappear" completely, or diagnosis try to "understand" me.

You see, I am not crazy or lost, I am not wanting "attention" or daft,
But I search for all that I've lost-
Freedom and memory, my smile and laugh.


Excerpt No. 5
V Aug 2019
All that money, and yet, still so cheap.
Based upon deep pain and resentment I have had forever regarding being cheated on and compared to *******/cam models.
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Sad how loyalty is nothing but a casual game now and people only want/look for "temporary bliss"...but to each their own I suppose.
V Nov 2020
When it seems like all hope may be lost,
Just remember that after the last fire burns out, the lands will blossom.
Unknown, old entry from years ago.
Make of it what you will.
V Apr 2019
Pain
That
Sends
Despair
Those moments in the middle of the night that come rushing back, warping reality...
Those will be my downfall.
V May 2016
It's a dangerous world that we live in,
But a dangerous world we create,
Where the wrong are too often forgiven,
And the right are convicted of hate.
V May 2019
May the pains that you carry, be as heavy as the crown that will be placed upon your head.
Recovery is always worth it.
Successes, big or small, will always be crowned in the end.
Never give up.

If you have a hard time believing you can do it, I will believe all of it for you. <3
You aren't alone, your strengths have given me my own. :)
Red
V May 2018
Red
I'm tired of painting my sky in shades of blue and grey,
Even if it leaves me dead,
Paint me in splendid red.
V Jan 2019
Don't be at war with your reflection in the mirror,
A piece of glass cannot see how divine the spirit can be.
<3
V Sep 2015
Spill* your emotions,

Or

Be prepared to drown in them.


Late night thoughts. Nothing more, nothing less.
V Mar 2018
Lies, like a bandaid,
When ripped off,
Reveals a painful truth.
Idk, my mind just had an idea.
V Oct 2015
"Happiness is wrong,
Sadness is right,
Healing is darkness,
And pain is the light.
To conquer pain is to add more,
On this you can be sure.
Love is hatred and cruel,
No one could ever love you- this world is dull."

If that is so, I would rather be killed saving lives,
Than live in peace within your twisted lies.


Excerpt No. 4
V May 2019
I'm wrestling with a thousand voices inside.
The stillness of water that I so deeply loved,
has become a riptide.
</3
V Sep 2020
"I'd rather let drugs ruin me than any person!"

No.
Wake up.

A person only ruins one, drugs will ruin an entire family.
Keep fighting.
I'm trying.
.
.
V Mar 2018
Poetry has always been the medicine for my tired, tormented head,
They tried to numb me away with many tiny pills, but "I'll be okay" I said.
With confusion, I knew none would understand,
What writing does for me, why typing or a pencil was more powerful than any drug induced trance.

When all has frightened me,
From voices, hallucinations, and death,
Writing is my heaven from the monsters who tell me:
"No one cares or loves you, just shut the hell up and go to bed."
My schizophrenia has been a horrible hell for me lately, and so has resurfacing trauma.
But needless, despite all my medications...
The power of writing anything has saved my life more than anything.
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