Secret Garden

Secret Garden Jan 2018

Forgiveness can be so cruel.
Letting go of the pain done unto you.
Feeling nothing but hurt and used
And still, you manage to forgive.
knowing deep down,
they will do it
again.

#forgiveness #hurt #used #pain #depression

Jan 2018

katie

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i have
locked myself
into a cocoon.
a shell, a
crescent moon.
wind
is battering
against the
walls, shelling
seeds into husks.
the day feels
long and this
song will
have to wait
until the sun
comes. till it
enters the
cracks
in wood
and skin and
allows me
to imagine
again how it feels
to be human.

Jan 2018

Natalka

Self Hate

Perhaps the reason I hate myself so much,

                                                                 is not because I am a horrible person..

                        but because I have given my love to everyone else

                                                                                                                     and left none for myself..

Secret Garden Jan 2018

Wonder

Through the pain I smile, brave a face, and look up.

Through the pain I smile, but dear god I’ve had enough.

Through the pain I hold my tears until they spill at the slightest shake

I find myself at 3AM in bed still wide awake.

Though the pain I force myself to keep trudging on.

Though the pain I wonder why this has continued for so long.

The mirror shows a girl used up with nothing to give.

With barely any love left along with the will to live.

Through the pain I try my best to paint myself okay

I tell myself to not be sad and hope for a better day.

#hurt #pain #depression #sad #hope

Secret Garden Jan 2018

Gone

Tired days are trying days, and quite frankly, I'm always tired.

Self respect and morals engulfed in wild fire.

My light snatched and tainted among monsters, not seeming to return.

All the years of same mistakes, why can't I ever learn?

My mind is stuck, so my mind is trapped in a self destructive cycle.

A piece of me, waiting patiently for a warm touches arrival.

Waiting for this ice blockade to reveal a garden of dreams come true.

But who could ever return a love that's been damaged and abused?

An endless mess of string unable to unwind.

I can't help but wish myself gone from time to time.

#gone #alone #tired #try #depression

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