I can't carry this anymore.

🎬 Before Sunrise

I am done. I have had enough.

It wasn’t until later, when I moved in with him and stood outside on our patchy imperfect lawn, that I remembered what had been circling in me: I am beautiful. I am full of love. But I am dying.

Listen!!!!!!!🖤🖤🖤

Well well well if it isnt another mental illness

I dreamt of walking out of our house
And most days I felt tired of our never answered questions
But I never gave upon you
Cause I held in my heart a love
No soul can begin to imagine
Eventually as leaves wilt and fall
And rivers turn to cloud,cloud to river
As society develops and we get lost in the fire
Detaching from eachother moment by moment
As our hair turns grey
And our love can barely fit inside the wrinkles of our face
With a thread of hope
Till my last painful breath
May I fight for your love
Cause it was all that made sense to my labyrinth of a mind
It was all I or any soul could ever love about me
It is in that love that I lived
For I hoped it would be an apology letter to God
On the day of judgement to make him remember
That I fought for it till my last breath
And in the days I chose to stare at the sky rather bow and judge his kingdom
I still believed him sending christ for love is the highest form of love
And that even in my despair I loved
After all,what soul is any good that doesn't believe in love
-Yeab T💙-

I can't believe I wrote this shit in the middle of the night after waking up from a deep sleep

Before you tell me I'm wrong, remember that "your rightness" is only a point of view.!

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To be loved.

Something I will never know.

You are my joy; my red incandescent sunrise whose presence always ushers hope and bathes me in love.

I look inside myself there is nothing but sadness.

“I always thought that loneliness was this kind of sickness that I needed to destroy in order for me to be happy. But then I felt that without this loneliness, I wouldn’t be able to understand what makes me feel better when I am alone. So then I decided to be alone. I said good morning to myself alone. I ate alone. I read books about how people who were alone managed to find redemption by being alone. I showered alone, went for a skate on the afternoons alone, and sang sweet songs to my sadness when I realized that being gentle with myself when I am alone is enough to make a garden of self-worth in my mind regardless of being alone until one day I felt like I wasn’t despite still being alone. I saw music in the way the birds sang on top of glowing streetlamps when the darkness came, and I heard poetry in the way I saw the countless people in the streets walking alone, stargazing alone, and simply taking in the night air alone, and so I wasn’t really alone. I am a part of this great club where poets are born, nature lovers are born, flower childs are born, and the funny thing is we’ll be dying in the good company of ourselves alone. Loneliness is a sign that we’re in need of a search for something that will make us happily whole. “