There is a bitter taste in my mouth
The one I have after biting my words off.
The one I taste after putting away my emotions. I'm in pain. Just not visible on my face.
I hear a constant screeching of wheels stuck in mudroad. Trying to get escape the never ending ever sinking feeling. The feeling of pain undescribable.
My nose is a house of pungent smell. Of slow rotting of life. Of eventual death. Of a callous murder done by me. Of me. I'm in pain. The mute pain.
In broad daylight when the sun shines bright. My eyes, hurt. They are used to perpetual darkness of closed dusty rooms. Of cobwebs and 3 day old coffee. My eyes is accustomed to a mess and loneliness. The kind that I can nev...
I try and be mature
Yet i am frail
I try and act wise
Yet i fail.
For a long time now
I have shared pieces
Now and then
All would be all mine.
Those days would
pass in a dream,
Leaving me breathless
yearning for more.
I try and do the right thing,
Hoping for happiness,
yet it stays forbidden.
I do all that you say
I even pray,
I try not to cry,
I show no remorse
No regret or anger.
I have trained myself
To care and not question.
I am selfless
And that's what you like,
To an extent of giving u up
Because you never were mine.
Will you ever be only mine ?
She closed her eyes and felt her body ease. Her muscles relaxed and her brow no longer creased.
She turned away, trying to fall asleep. Her body was aching, but her mind refused to sleep.
She felt a weird frustration building in her, but she was too exhausted to give into it.
It's not easy to run it all, fake it all, pretend to be ok. He was too patriarchy and a hypocritic, and she fell prey to his feminist talks.
She felt suffocated and was tempted to look away, but looking away will only cause her to betray.
She wanted to betray, she wanted to hurt, she wanted to expose the man only she knew existed.
He was very good with words and charmed his way into her life; now she knew she was ch...
"I like that you're a mess, because it makes me feel that you're real"
I like that, hearing it said, I liked it...
Ever grown tired of making believe stuff that you know will never be real, but you feel the need to keep it around, just because it makes you happy?
Have you ever questioned if the fantasies you keep having are bound to be real, that's why it hurts and heals as of they were true?
... but it hurts, right now it hurts because when I'm a mess, it feels like people get tired so easily, as if they kept me around because they have someone to make them feel like they mean something more, and if they have reached that level of worth, I become nothing but a paper weight to th...
It is happening again
This spiralling down
Into bottomless crevice
Moping and brooding.
You choose her
Even a million times
I can take that.
I have learnt
No one is in a competition
Of mind over matter !
What i can not fathom
is the lies,
and all the negativity.
I am supposed to be
Your pillar and you mine,
I am your mirror and so is you,
I will be yours and you mine.
Whilst you battled demons
and bore down frustration,
Did i read a deeper meaning
From nothing ?
I wish time could fly
And we could see the
end of this !
There was one time
i wished slow,
to stop i...
Cuando amamos a alguien más, siempre estamos tomando el riesgo de poder salir lastimados, de que nuestra confianza sea lastimada, de ser menospreciados.
Pero vale la pena el amar a las personas, con todo y los riesgos que esto pueda traer.
It's my fault for believing in you
It only led to the hell you put me through
I knew the games you played
Would end in me being betrayed
I had to pretend I was having so much fun
While red flags signaled me to run
It's why I always took off
You were making me feel like I was lost
Because all you ever did was hurt me
But that was fine as long as you couldn't see
For if you turned a blind eye
You wouldn't have to count the tears I cried
You wouldn't have to notice me take to my bed
Exhausted by thoughts you placed in my head
Honestly it's best this didn't work out
I wouldn't have survived another round
I couldn't go on decoding the clues
I was supposed to know the answers to
I couldn't continu...
Por favor, nunca me abandone,
Seria solitária sem você
Um recado aos mais corajosos:
A aqueles que choram todos os
Dias silenciosamente em seus quartos
Um recado gostaria de proferir:
São os mais fortes
Em meio aos mortais
São os mais corajosos
Dentre os humanos
Gostando ou não
As coisas se tornam mais suportáveis
Gostando ou não
O silêncio torna tudo mais insuportável
Coragem aos calados
Que sofrem toda noite em seus quartos
Esperando poder tirar eles mesmos
A dor que eles suportam carregar
Overwhelmed and over worked
on the verge of tears. Crying out for some relief . Im currently drowning in my emotions and want so badly to lash out but I know I can't but Im drowning ever so slowly and only able to come back up for a few seconds of air. Im Fucking drowing in my Tears, in my Emotions and in my Fears.
But the jokes on me because Im drowning faster Then I Think..!
Love at first sight no one believes it, until it happens to them and then they see it.
The moment you meet the world seems to stop, everything pauses even water drops. Wondering in suspense what caused it. Thinking one breath could cause it to start, so you hold it all in you feel your beating heart stop.
That look in their eyes they're reading your soul, making you wonder what it is they saw.
Your deepest desires or your darkest secrets. That last one would make anyone leave them.
The love you feel and the anger you hide it's that one look that causes you to cry. Your life on display for everyone to see, yet it's just your imagination and not what yo...
No, I am not
and i never was your lover
We are never meant to be
And we will never be
I am and let me be
just a side gig
That is easier to accept
and less painful
When we talk about
Otherwise i cannot bear
the flash backs suck
my life out
and i fade away.
Otherwise i cannot give you
all that you ask for
Because ,baby remember
i may not be your one
but you are my only one.
Well I guess this is it. I’ve been waiting for a few days (longer if you want to include the day this all started and you refused to communicate why you were mad, sad, discontent.. whatever it was you wouldn’t address but were feeling) and I guess what I’m saying is that I’m done.
I won’t beg you to talk to me. I asked you for an explanation but I guess in your selfish ways, you won’t concede and give me what I asked for... funny thing is, no one ever has no matter how complex or simple my request is.
I really thought we had something special and I thought I knew you. Apparently I was looking through those damn rose colored glasses again as usual and made you into someone you were not. I ...
The more I listen you the more I became thirsty of your voice.
درد و غم دل کی طبیعت بن گئے۔
اب یہاں آرام ہی آرام ہے۔
Now my companion is pain and sorrow of heart.
Now i am living like rest in peace in a low graveyard.
Time changed everything...
All emotions have been locked away
After having being shed shamelessly
In the altar of loss...
And now , fear conquers all
It forced me to hide
And keep my distance
To everything worth living for...
And in the dark ,
All memories return
Like ghosts in the night
Reminding me of who I used to be...
Tears and pain
The gift of a life that has come to pass...
The last vestiges of a soul's dim light
Silently crying for mercy...
I found comfort in melodies of passion
In poems of shakespearean love
And dreams of tragic sacrifice...
And in this void ,
Somehow you found me...
I never thought that I could feel again
Like I do when I breathe your name...
One of the biggest misconceptions about pain is that a person chooses to keep focusing on it.
There are some kinds of sadness that instill themselves so deeply into our very being that they become impossible to let go off.
As time passes, this sadness becomes a part of us, like a companion that makes its appearance only when your heart again decides to take a leap of faith.
A gentle reminder, that you're strong,
That you've lived through it the last time,
you can get past it again.
Maybe that is what this ever present nagging or fear of sadness in the back of our minds is all about?
Just a reminder.
Sometimes all I need is....
I just need comfort cuddles or hugs for last long ... With a peace in breathe in tears in eye corners ... But Comforty ....
Bcz I m a little bit tried from myself...