You have been carrying it all along.

Sometimes, the person who gave you the best memories, becomes one.

Pen was the comfort side of bed in my tired life.

He clearly evaded confronting her or even looking inside her eyes, fully aware that if he stared only once, that means that she had stolen him forever, he would definitely get lost in the sea of ​​her eyes and drown and would never survive after that! So he decided to flee and he did not realize that she had leaked into him from another place, perhaps by her speech and perhaps by her spirit that overwhelms every place she passes by .. He suddenly panicked and then tried to move away and began to hit his chest severely, perhaps she would come out, then he mastered the art of ignoring and tried in various ways to forget even her name ... he memorized many names, got to know many people, and started wandering around all the streets and memorizing the names of the stores, weakly thinking that if he filled his memory with many details, his memory would be punctured from somewhere, and she would fall from that place and forget it forever!

We are the writers. Some days we bleed blood.somedays we bleed words.

This darkness took everything from me.

This pain made me lose everything I have ever loved.

It is my worst enemy.

I wanna sing. I wanna scream. I wanna shout to the words run dry.

I just want a break from all of this.

I just don't wanna feel for atleast a second.

What if pain is just something the devil blessed us with?

What if we are destined to it?

I need rest but never sleep. So slit my wrists and let them seep.

I hope someday that we will sit down with each other and laugh about our problems.

I hope we take comfort in each other's broken pieces.

I hope we fight to get to that day.

I hope the pain doesn't get to win.

I hope it doesn't blind us with its lies and silence us with its claws.