#fromthesoul
I didn’t come here to be seen.
I came here to survive.
To empty my head somewhere
that wasn’t my chest.
To spill what was too heavy
to carry quietly.
I wrote
because I had to.
Because the feelings were loud.
Because silence was louder.
I didn’t think anyone
would really read it.
Not like this.
Not in numbers
that keep climbing
like they have somewhere to be.
I refresh
and it rises again.
And I just sit here
staring at it
thinking —
you’re actually here.
You’re actually reading.
All I wanted
was somewhere to vent.
Somewhere my mind could unravel
without judgement.
Somewhere I could let the chaos
have language.
I didn’t expect
thousands of eyes.
I didn’t expect
that the things that broke me
would reach beyond me.
I didn’t expect
that my quiet release
would become something shared.
And I don’t know who you are.
But thank you.
For stopping.
For feeling.
For not looking away.
For holding space for words
that were never polished —
just honest.
I’m shocked.
I’m grateful.
I’m still slightly in disbelief.
Because I came here
just trying to breathe.
And somehow
you’re breathing with me.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 8:30 PM UTC
I want to be your forever!!!
I know it’s not possible but…
Can I be your shoulder in your low times?
Can I be your listerner when you turned to be my radio?
Can I be your biggest cheerleader when you show your steps?
Can I turn as your photographer when you steal my heart with your beauty?
Can I be your admirer to your writings?
Atlast, can I remain to be your friend until we part our ways???
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 10:02 AM UTC
Sometimes I’ll find myself yearning for you out of the blue, my heart will cry out this certain feeling I cannot explain. In that split second I’ll think of nothing but you & the short time we shared in each other’s lives, though it always feels like I’ve known you a life time.
All the goals we shared, laughs & smiles but just as quick as I enter and feel that euphoria that tugging in my chest feels of pain. After all I can’t think of the good without a little of the bad when it comes to you, where there were goals there was disrespect, where there was laughter there was tears & where there was smiles left soon left faded frowns.
And how could I forget where there was me there was others—many more than I could ever, I would never. I would never make you feel the way you made me feel and it’s something because not once did you ever have to part your lips to tell me I wasn’t enough—in fact I believe I was exactly that and a little too much..
I cared too much
I talked too much
I laughed too much
I smiled too much
I saw too much in you
I saw too much in “us” to ever notice I wasn’t enough for you nor for me.
And that’s okay because I no longer want to be.
WordsFromTheSoul // I hope she is everything you need since I couldn’t be.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 1:09 AM UTC
The opposite of love, is indifference.
Not anger, aversion, or hate.
Accompanied by avoidant-detachment,
And a silence that never abates.
It can disguise itself in diffidence;
Depressed by misery, for score.
Sheltering who practice its persuasion,
But leaving its victim longing for more.
It looks like a promise that’s broken,
It sounds like the melody of a lie.
It tastes like a cocktail & bitters;
It feels like a passion that died.
You can’t see the damage from the outside;
The wounds that scar from within.
Until they manifest as an addiction,
Or any overt kind of sin.
Love faces the toughest of battles;
Love outshines even the sun.
Indifference regards nothing higher;
And indifference will perpetually run.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC