Does the sun miss the moon
When it’s sleeping?
Does the hand miss the thread?
When it’s no longer spinning?

Is the child no longer?
Dependent on its mother
even after he or she
reaches adulthood?

Is a clock is still a clock
Even when it’s not ticking?

So tell me how could I
Possibly miss the chance
To dance with my first love
for the rest of my days.

i wish you were dead
but death is too good for you.
so I pray to god that he
has mercy on you in purgatory.

i hope that you see the sun
in your reflection on the lake
and think of the moment
you promised to be
with me forever
before you
left me at the altar.

this is what forgiveness
looks like.

the stars light up when you smile
but now the stars have now burned out because you chose to leave your life without saying goodbye to those who loved you.

You should’ve realized that stare go dim when you’re not around.

Well, they certainly do for me.

My psychiatrist told me to
Paint him a picture
Of a better future.

So I said:

“Give me the ability to discern the truths
In my heart from the lies in my mind.”

Only then can there be progress.

how could You
love something
so selfish
and

broken
and
confused

and
undeserving?

how could You love a sinner
like me?

But I suppose
That’s what The Cross is for.

i am so thankful
God took the time
to carve your delicate
hand into mine
so that we may unite
as one at the altar.

i love you.
ti amo
je t'aime.
Wǒ ài nǐ
я тебе люблю
te amo.
Я люблю тебя
jag älskar dig
kocham Cię

no matter what language,
love is beautiful.

They dwell in the shadows—
The darkness is all-consuming, reckless, obliterating
Everything in its path, wreaking havoc on her world
They surround her like a cloud of smoke, making it impossible
to breathe,
They thirst for control, they hunger for power—
They hunger for her beating heart, its rhythmic beat resonating into
Their dark, empty, lifeless souls.
They feed on her very existence: mind, body, and soul.
She struggles to fend off the toxic hands that seem to
Wrap her in their suffocating embrace, crushing the depths of her soul—
******* her into the blazing, torturous inferno of hell
Their sinister voices penetrate into the depths of her mind—
Her thoughts, feelings, and actions intertwine with their
Evil and corrupt unholy caldrons.

These are her demons. They are part of her. They are her world.
They hold her in *******—
She is a prisoner waiting to be freed from her captivity.
This silence is deafening; the world has suddenly gone numb.
She is paralyzed by fear.
And in an instant, darkness engulfs her broken spirit.

shards of broken glass
surround me as I walk
along this lonely road
listening to the sound of
the black sparrow
singing from the treetop.

Once upon a time

I thought you were everything

I needed but now I realize

You were the thing dragging me down

So I pulled the ripcord

And watched you drift away.

and you wonder why your soul is dead inside.

yesterday I wanted to die.
Today I want to praise God.

I’m tired of fighting a
Winless battle.
I wish I could reverse
Time and stop me from being born.
But all I have are
These pills that can give me
The permanent sleep I desire.
But then I think of you
And flush them out.

Cut the cord
And rip out my
Heart
Like you do
Everytime you walk away.

At least my
Cynicism will be
There to greet me.

Sometimes cutting is
Easier than pretending
I’m not hurting.
Sometimes cutting is easier
Than saying I’m  okay
When I’m  really dying
On the inside.

Sometimes cutting will
lead to a decision I
Can’t take back.

save me.

They say warning comes before
Destruction but I walk with Destruction.
Destruction comforts every fiber of my
being, ******* me into the black whole
of repressed memories but
I cannot escape these haunting premonitions.

Heartbreak is the cruelest form of suicide.
If only you were here to hear the sound of my heart breaking.
Then maybe you’d stay just a little bit longer.

You made fun of that poor wretched soul but no amount of makeup could
cover up your ugly, darkened, mishapened heart.

there is no hole
big enough to fill
the satisfaction of my misery.
even my tears overwhelm
the ocean from which
all life swims.

instead i keep my tears
locked away in a reservoir
where the demons feed off them.

your eyes say i don't care
but your heart screams, "help me."
i watched your lips form the
words "save me"
but your voice spoke out, "i'm fine."

one week later,
dressed in black and i still
can't shake the memory
of seeing your heart break
for the final time before it eventually stopped.

To live by blind
Faith is to
Carry the torn veil
To the cross.

So, God,
I come to the alter
To sew back the
Veil the devil
Tried to destroy.

i hate that you left without
saying goodbye
but my heart is grateful for the departure.

I
havent
felt
like
myself
lately...
and
its
because
of
you.

do you have the courage
to believe in love
even when your dreams
catch fire within your heart?

when your vision
simply becomes an idea.

do you have the courage to love
once more?

i'm not scared of dying.
i'm scared of not knowing who will be at my funeral.

i've loved and lost
but i am thankful for
the stars that guided my way
back to Your heart.

girl meets boy
girl falls in love with boy.
boy promises to love girl forever.
boy breaks up with girl.
girl cries over boy.
boy moves on. '

your love chased me
down a dark alley
that i made with my own rebellion.

your love rescued me
even when i denied you
in front of the altar.

what greater love than
the love of the father?

a child of God.

eggs
milk
sugar
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-
-
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love
respect
your heart