I feel very tired, as if I was in an empty war fighting myself.

Thoughts hub

I have walked through streets
I have crawled through places
I have exchanged glances with strangers
I have walked...I have crawled I have dragged my whole empty body
I have commanded my limbs to walk...to wave...to people aware of my body but not its inner works
I am walking now too by the streets
In hope of tiring my limbs enough to focus on it instead of my exhausted heart
And also in a mere hope of finding a person stranger enough to not give a conclusion about me
Someone to hold hand to and cry for no reason with
Faces I know ain't done nothing for me
But maybe this one will
I look at him
He looks like he got a story to tell
What if he is the one to be the prince to win the voices
I approached him...held his hand...and said "tell me about your dreams and I will tell you mine let's create a symphony over the voices in our minds"
He stared at me like one has never before
Looked at me like he was gonna figure me out with a glance
But what is the fault in that
I did too
Figured him out with a glance
Thought he could save me in seconds
After a moment of silence
He said back
"Do you have voices in your head?"
"Do they try to choke you?"
"Does it help to be heard?"
"Is there a mortal strong enough to win them?"
"If there is then hold my hand until I save you and you save me while I look at you and you look at me with your strange eyes"
We talked and talked for moments like those type of talks found only on worn pages of books...
I sighed because it wasnt a dream....or atleast this time it didnt feel like one
I said to myself,"maybe this one is gonna stay"
For a moment I decided to not fight myself on this
To not trouble myself of crushing this hope I feel
You walked with me
I could have sailed the whole world just by walking with you .....
A stone baulked me and as soon as it did you held me....tight.....
I felt like with a grip you erased all the hurt that came with living
But it was too Good to be true
I always knew that....and I know now cause I woke up.....i woke from a dream that felt so real
Who was i fooling???
The joke is all on me...
Only a broken can love me that much
But the ones who are broken dont wanna be found🖤🥀🥀🥀
-Yeab T🥀-

"I wish you wouldn't look at me like that"

"like what?"

"I don't know", she hesitated, "Like you could love me"

I want to slow dance to Annie's song

I am strangely tired, not from having talked so much but at the mere thought of what I still have to say.

"Noone ever touched me without wanting to kill me."

"You who I wait for. You. You. You. Like a broken record stuck on loop. So that day on my birthday I thought something has to change. It can't always be waiting for you."💔

All too long I have been carrying a weight
balanced on my head: a large iron pot
supposed to hold something. Only now
when I have been forced to put it down,
do I find it empty except for a gritty stain
on the bottom. You have told me
this exercise was good for my posture.
Why then did my back always ache?

I wanna draw life to you as your childhood bedtime stories would. I wanna tell you that life is easy. That your first love will love you back. I wanna show you happy endings and tell you you are one in a million. That life will go easy on you. I wanna tell you that life gets easier. And that your mother won't break your heart. I wanna tell you that only lips will touch your skin and that you won't carry the scars of your past your whole life. I wanna say all this to you while looking at your eyes. But I can't. I know in my heart that you deserve more than that.

I wanna tell you people won’t pass you over like you are nothing. I wanna tell you that the world is rainbows and gumdrops. I wanna tell you nothing bad will ever happen to you. I wanna tell you that you that you will love and cherish your scars. But life is not that easy. It’s harder than I could ever explain. I’m sorry that I can’t make you happy.

Yes, someone will love you before and after they learn what you are

Doubt it but I really hope so

To love is to suffer

How do I tell her she's the whole world when she thinks she's forgotten?

Sylvia Plath, from “Three Women.”

I loved you with all my pieces,I bled to love you...you left.