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Locked away in a peace of my heart
Not knowing what string to tug next
Am I emotional, or am I just weak?
Are you responsible for making it skip a beat?
Is it lust or is it love?
Only the heart knows what it truly does.
What's this pain? why is it breaking?
Why is my heart always aching.
Keep it beating or just give up,
at this point who really gives a f*ck
Don't look at your scars and be ashamed.
Look at them as a reminder that you are strong,
and that what you're going through will get better.
Don't be ashamed of your scars, as they do not define you;
things are sent to test us, to push us to our limits, but don't give up.
Just remember whatever you're feeling now will soon be gone.
Your worries will be lifted, and you'll be thankful that you got to see the sun rise another day.
In my head I stand in tears,
All alone with all my fears.
I pray for them to go away,
I want to be better again someday
As he said goodbye
only his footprints
remained in this place
we called home
only memories we made
remained in this place
we call a brain
but the emptiness remains
something we cant refrain
I bought your favourite snacks
I watched your favourite movie
I got up and made your favourite coffee
I got in the car put on your favourite song
Remember back to the times we danced along
I passed the beaches we always used to visit
Picked shells and pebbles like we did on every visit
I remember a time I had you in my life
Now just a memory I got to live with for life
Can anyone define the word happy?
like, is anyone actually happy?
or is it just an emotion our brain makes up,
so we don't have to go through the pain which
is called life?
Just an over thinker
The weight of sorrow, heavy on my chest,
In shadows deep, my mind finds no rest.
Echoes of silence, haunting and stark,
As I navigate through the labyrinth of the dark.

Each passing hour feels like a century,
Lost in the depths of my own solitary reverie.
Tangled in the threads of memories old,
As the night unfolds, its mysteries untold.

But even in the darkest hour, a flicker of hope,
A beacon of light in the vast expanse I *****.
For dawn shall break, dispelling the gloom,
And with it, a promise of a new day's bloom.

So I'll endure this journey through the night,
For beyond the darkness, awaits the morning light.
With each tear shed, a seed of strength is sown,
Guiding me through the darkness, I'll find my own.
In the quiet moments, I think of you,
A father once strong, with a heart so true.
But a shadow crept in, took hold of your hand,
And led you away to a distant land.

The bottle became your closest friend,
A bond we watched, but couldn't mend.
We lost you somewhere in the haze,
As you wandered through those endless days.

But Dad, I miss the man you were,
The one who held me, safe and sure.
I forgive the choices that you made,
The battles fought, the price you paid.

I hope these words can reach your heart,
And light a fire, a brand-new start.
May you see life with clearer eyes,
And cast away those old disguise.

Let's build a bridge, you and me,
To cross the past, and set us free.
For in my heart, you still belong,
My love for you remains so strong.

So here I stand, with open arms,
Hoping to heal, to mend the harms.
Let's find our way, let’s make it right,
And walk together, into the light.
This one is hard for me to write, but after all this is my escape.
My pillow is my silent guide,
A therapist where fears confide.
In moments when my heart's on fire,
I scream into its cotton spire.

It muffles all my ragged cries,
Absorbing every tear that dries.
A sanctuary soft and near,
It holds my pain, my darkest fear.

No judgment in its tender folds,
Just comfort that it gently holds.
When life is more than I can bear,
My pillow’s always waiting there.

A witness to my sleepless nights,
It knows my lows, it feels my heights.
In muffled screams, in quiet weep,
My pillow grants me peaceful sleep.
As the honey drips from his lips
not a sound
only guilt
as he felt
his emotions
slip away.....
i am the moon
you are the sun
crossing paths
but always fading away
In the quiet ache of loss,
I find fragments of myself,
Scattered like petals in the wind,
Yearning to be whole again

— The End —