#selfcompassion
Hands on the wheel
Hands on your heart
Secrets keep you
On drive tonight
You can’t
Shake this feeling
Everything's
Overwhelming
You want it to
Make sense
Some days
Hope will find you
Then one night
Will remind you
Patience is
a virtue
No matter what
I won’t turn on you
I will always
love you
Hands on the wheel
And a hole
in your heart
Rev the engine
And make
a new start
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 2:22 AM UTC
I stand by the door, never called in,
the silence cuts deeper than skin.
Laughter inside, but I’m not allowed,
alone in the cold, apart from the crowd.
Rejection bites sharp, sadness takes hold,
numbness creeps in, its touch is so cold.
These moments remind me, again and again,
I don’t have true friends—I’ve learned that by then.
If I could speak to the child I was then,
I’d whisper the truth with paper and pen:
“Save yourself now, don’t wait for their call,
walk away early—it will hurt less to fall.”
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 1:56 PM UTC
If truth has become intense,
and all this life has become prose,
start a new page of music,
songs for whisperings and wails.
Sweet symphonies
that can carry the weight of words
of which we can’t speak.
Each verse, every stanza,
may hold those feelings and heal.
And if the music, too, fails
to express and reveal,
surrender to the silence.
It’s not as scary as you would expect.
The unspoken words bring guidance,
and in darkness you’ll find light,
as they are forever intertwined.
I promise you,
there is strength in surrender,
and you are brave enough
to get there.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 3:09 AM UTC
If I wasn’t stubborn, I wouldn’t have
made it this far.
If I weren’t willing to compromise, I
wouldn’t be me.
To be stubborn yet willing to compromise
is to meet you where you are.
Striving for perfection is wrong —
it is the biggest act of stubbornness,
and the greatest compromise of all.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 3:15 PM UTC
The gentleness of Spring
is a beautiful thing,
something that I come to long for
day by day.
But my body and soul
stay stuck in the harshness
of my own never ending Winter.
The cold keeps me frozen in place,
and it saps the warmth that I have for myself.
My people suffer this cold as well,
even though they are well into Spring themselves.
Despite my frozen state,
I stare longingly into the Spring,
hoping that the snow will let up
and my bones are no longer frozen.
Time is running out,
and I will die if I stay here.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 12:54 AM UTC
There are places in life
where sound travels strangely
echoes bending, meanings drifting,
a glance arriving before the thought
that gave birth to it.
That is how I learned
that people often meet
not the person in front of them,
but the story they already carry.
A script written long before
your voice enters the room.
I became a constellation
others pointed at casually
misread, renamed,
treated like a shape in the sky
instead of a body
with weight and intention.
My humor,
once something bright I carried lightly,
became a doorway
people stepped through too quickly
mistaking warmth for access,
mistaking approachability for invitation,
mistaking my silence
for consent to be handled
like a character,
not a person.
And I, still loyal
to sincerity and connection,
kept offering myself in spaces
where no one arrived honestly.
So I turned inward.
Not out of fear,
not out of defeat,
but the way a river
returns to its source
when the banks around it
no longer understand water.
I went back to the quiet
to a place where walls don’t watch
and footsteps move without commentary,
where nothing leans toward me
with expectation,
and I am not mistaken
for anything other
than myself.
Here,
presence becomes a kind of refuge.
Here,
the noise falls away
like an old shell.
Here,
I am relearning the simple truth:
I never needed to stop caring.
I only needed to stop
offering my depth
to those who meet me
with nothing but surface.
And slowly,
in this gentle stillness,
I am hearing my real name again
the one spoken
without hierarchy,
without assumption,
without noise.
A name that belongs only to me.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
You didn’t want to die,
you wanted to be seen.
You didn’t want to hurt yourself,
you wanted to be held.
You didn’t want the company of pain,
you wanted the company of someone.
It’s not about simply
“eliminating” the symptom—
but listening
to what it says.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 9:41 AM UTC
Some random days...
when everything feels heavy.
when lyrics hit deeper than usual.
when every Instagram reel or YouTube short feels too relatable.
when you feel like you're not enough.
when you start sympathizing with yourself.
when you want to scream but stay silent.
when you want to cry your lungs out, but don’t know why.
Some days are just... painful and complicated.
And that’s okay.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC
Some random days...
when everything feels heavy.
when lyrics hit deeper than usual.
when every Instagram reel or YouTube short feels too relatable.
when you feel like you're not enough.
when you start sympathizing with yourself.
when you want to scream but stay silent.
when you want to cry your lungs out, but don’t know why.
Some days are just... painful and complicated.
And that’s okay.
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 1:30 AM UTC
The fences are on fire
Can’t you feel it?
The bonfire in your nostrils
Time standing by your side,
Whispering “quickly, love” and,
In the distance, lips part and quake
They—you—(what difference will it make?)
Tremble like a lake of sulfur,
A lake of liquified lavender
But darker—wine, yes, wine in its cellar
Can’t you feel it?
The ashes pasting themselves over the moon
The midnight sun, the falling stars at noon
Time grabs your hand this time,
“No more waiting, my love” or maybe
It was “No more hating, my love”
You clench your free hand
You bite your lip
You drench you drench you drench
Your body in acid in courage in rage
Can’t you feel it?
The fences are on fire
And love’s coming for you
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 5:00 PM UTC
I am here.
It's ok, breath.
I love you.
I know, it's difficult sometimes.
We fall into patterns of wanting to make everyone around us happy. But ourselves.
We sometimes need time to see and realize this.
To recognize what is happening.
We are learning.
It's good you show yourself as you are.
I have your back.
You don't need to control anything or anyone.
Just be and relax.
Just be yourself.
You are safe here.
I am always here for you.
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 12:22 PM UTC
Drastically decided to make getting up at 7 am my new routine.
Self-compassion made me agree on giving myself 7 days to reach this.
Self-compassion also stopped me from planning any further agreements so that I can focus on only one for now.
This feels not overwhelming for a change.
This feels like I am giving myself the time I deserve.
Thank you, self-compassion!
Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 8:49 AM UTC
The reason you say
you've had enough is because
you don't feel you are.
Jan 31, 2023
Jan 31, 2023 at 11:05 AM UTC
She who spoke with no love,
waited on external acceptance
That, it never came
She who found comfort in a shell
Delicate and golden, but unrecognizable
to a polluted mind
She who bowed to insecurity
Scoured and torched by internal pain
She no longer seeks to remain
And she no longer will.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
As soon as we are born
We’re judged by the size of our bodies
We are told to fit in
So we may as well settle in
But self-doubt is like a declaration of war
Once we adhere to society’s norms
Within our own flesh
Self-doubt creeps in
And strangles self-love in its sleep
There is turmoil beneath my skin
I no longer want a touch of hatred
Upon my flawed skin
I want to love myself
Without feeling delusional
I want to be like wildflowers
They don't care where they grow
And the flowers that I know
In the fields where I grew
Were content to be lost in the crowd
I intend to grow
With or without water
And bloom
With or without sunlight
And raise above cracks of the earth in a sunbeam
I will flourish
In the way
I’ve always supposed to
The wildflower is a figment of my own imagination
I wish I could say that
I am to become one
To have the ability
To grow
Even under the harshest of conditions
Leaving my old self behind
Blooming out of nowhere
In a land far from the madding crowd
But it is never that simple
This is a war I intend on winning
I will not let self-doubt
Limit my potential
And get away with destroying all that I cherish
I will change and so the parts of me
That I lose
Will always find a way to grow back
I may bend and break
But we don’t always heal
Healing requires time, and time is fickle
Pieces of me that were once dismantled
Begins to unite themselves
Inside my skeleton
My failures haunt me from dusk till dawn
Yet I fend them off as often as I can
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 1:36 PM UTC
Why is the thought of being happy
so difficult, so daunting?
What is it about the future that frightens me?
Perhaps it's my past.
I've never been anything
more than promising;
anything more than
two years away from two years away.
Happiness for me is a leap of faith,
of letting go, of jumping out.
It's a surrender of my greatest possession
in exchange for some thing
I can't even hold in my hand.
Death is tangible.
Happiness is not.
Besides, am I even worthy of it?
You've fought hard for so many years
You've turned back so many dark thoughts
You've saved yourself so many times.
You're beyond worthy.
Happiness is your reward,
even if it's just fleeting,
like a breath of fresh air.
Don't think about how you got here
or where you' re going,
just close your eyes,
just for a moment,
and smile.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
The best day
of my life
was being alone
without craving
any of your toxicity
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
Have you ever felt sometimes that you were not alive - living a life that has no meaning. A life where the world has come to an end - the kind of ending where colors have disappeared.
Have you ever felt sometimes that you were loved but loneliness has suffocated you so much that you could not even feel the warmth of the loved ones anymore?
I've always felt like I needed to be strong - for the ones I loved but lately I've felt the strength leaving my bones. I've felt like I could not give up on the people that surrounded me - but why does my life seems to be so empty?
Of all the goals I've achieved the past years - I should be tremendously proud but the only time I felt really alive was when I took ecstasy.
Feeling the rush through my veins again - feeling the music pumping through my heart and soul - I felt like I could die. I felt like I could die of a delusional happiness. What is happiness?
I almost forgot what it was when I met my first love - but when I came back to my senses - when I fell out of love I realized that loving was being able to cope with the solitude within myself. It is about loving yourself and being able to bare with the demons inside of you. I felt like I could go crazy - waking up with this unbearable pain inside of me. I do not know why or how I cannot stand the fact of being by myself - always searching for someone to warm the side of my bed and text me in the morning to feel like - I EXIST. I AM HERE. I AM SOMEONE.
Deep down I know I don't need someone to tell me who I am - I know I shouldn't find someone to make me feel alive - because it is my responsibility to find my own peace of mind.
It is my responsibility to bring myself happiness and joy - but I wish truly to find the strength to move on because I do not want to feel this way anymore. I do not want to feel this empty anymore. I do not want to feel lonely anymore. So please hurry up darling and love yourself already - life is so beautiful please don't give up now.
I will always be here for you even when you feel like there is no light, when you feel there is no hope - I will hold your hand.
Press it against your heart - feel the heartbeat - feel the life inside your chest.
You are here with me and I love you.
- Myself
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder what kind of person I would of became,
If I wasn't beaten to the ground,
If I never touched your lips,
I wonder what kind of person I would of became,
If mom never left me,
If you never teared me apart like another chapter,
I wonder sometimes how you felt,
during those ****** sleepless nights where you would come back into my room,
crying - tearing - hopelessly apologizing.
I literally wonder sometimes,
Why I felt in love with you
The narcissist and me-
The victim.
I wonder what kind of person I would of became,
If you never touched me and did the irreparable-
That haunts me everyday,
Where I drowned my sorrow in magic potions, warm bodies and dreamy pills -
Where I would let the sound of my hallow soul echo between those empty screaming walls.
I wonder who I would of became if -
If I never felt this beauty deep inside of my heart.
Feeling this world - I still remember your eyes gazing into mine-
Lost forever into the torment of two empty bodies -
Finding each other perfectly at their worse.
I wonder sometimes how you felt when you were on your knees begging me to stay -
Feeling those bruises on my neck
TELL ME HOW DID YOU MAKE ME
turn into something -
So beautifully broken...
•••
I wonder sometimes, if you saw the shadows of my demons dancing inside my chest-
Would you love me?
Would you softly kiss the scars inside my heart -
Would you hold my hand strongly as I travel the seven seas?
Would you my love,
Despite my sins, my filthy body and the hell burning my distant dreams...
Would you finally stay?
•••
You know I became this person - that writes passionately,
Warms people's heart and cry in front of sad movies,
I became this late flower that is yet to bloom-
But deep inside this garden of thorns,
I know a secret that nobody truly knows.
I became the most profound - pure and kind women I will ever be -
And this is me.
I am enough.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC