I know it's been a long time coming. But these days, it doesn't seem like anyone's home emotionally. Like we all took a midnight drive to clear our head. But by the time we were ready to come back, we got lost because the street lights were dead. This is a call to all our loved ones waiting anxiously by the door: Turn the lights on. We don't want to be alone anymore.
What is this longing that i feel? Is the moon getting older or everyone around me bitter? My heart is streched, into millions of pieces Unable to recognize what it's calling for.
Who do i talk to, when it feels the loneliest? The house is getting cold, my feet heavy. It is creeping on me How do you help, how do you soothe when you feel the weight of the worried on your shoulders?
Do you ever feel the pain of your loved ones as your own?
I get you we're one I feel your essence and you feel mine and my loneliness in crowded spaces with eyes pretending to understand my thinking and my pain and my mending You get me get my anger and my shame and my torment and how everything hurts my skin tense like needles are stuck in it and tearing it apart and i think i exaggerate and i make up things in my mind to try and survive all the horrible darkness the average human knows but you tell me that it's fine it is mine I'll survive day by day step by step and that this pain is real though it can't be seen and i tell myself that i fake it but it causes me to cry at random times at night when all else is still but all is blurry inside and i get a sense of clarity when i'm hurting cause i'm trying to make sense of my reality and you get me and it's alright and we promise each other we'll be fine
It really ***** when the pain you feel inside your head affects your body but the people you love still can't see it They are doing their best
We often think strangers have, The upper hand in crafting our pain, We believe they feel no remorse, For their cruel deeds. But most times, It’s the ones closest to us, Who recklessly hurt us, Without feeling any guilt.
Everybody says I'm nothing; Yes, I'm nothing. I'm not popular, I'm not beautiful in other people's eye, They say I'm crazy, I'm horrible, I'm a loser. But I have my family who cares for me; I only have few friends who supports me; I only have few people who truly loves me. Those "few people" are the ones who makes my day complete. Those "few people" are the ones who makes me happy and they are a gift to me. Yes, You can say I'm nothing; But I have everything.