dear little me,

i know your tiny little heart
is overstrained

i know your tiny little hearts
tries to figure out ways and means
to hold yourself together

believe me
you'll survive
all the heartaches and all the panic attacks

you'll survive
feeling so different
and being afraid

dear little me
please stop tearing yourself down
it hurts to see you
hate your existence
it hurts still feeling
your hatred

i promise better days and thoughts are coming

dear little me
i know your tiny little heart
needs advice
but you are strong
i believe in you.

you chose to be happy

feeling relieved and in peace.
feeling like your whole body
is filled with nothing purer than love.

breathe the magic.
and memorize every happy cell in your body
for bad days

He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come

mid september
and i still want you by my side
even you were the reason
i'd noticed why thunderstorms
are named after people

four months.
a summer worth living
and friends worth dying for.
and i still need you by my side


four months.
you destroyed me like a hurricane
destroys districts in seconds
but unlike real homes
nobody wants to fix me