For once I want to be nurtured and cared for. Without asking. Without showing that I am in a real need of it. Without having to give something in return. Without writing this words of LOVE-craving. Without telling you that it might kill me someday. One day. Soon. Without me shedding a tear for you so that you see my heart break and witness its pieces. Without you making me tear my clothes and show you the abandonment and neglect it grew up with. I am, my love, tired. I can't even raise a finger to show you I am in need of some sort of affection. It is killing me. I am a living moving corpse. For once I want you to see that I am.

-Yeab T🌬

When I look at people smiling with uttermost and sincere happiness it fills me with felicity I can't begin to describe. Yet my heart also with envy. Not the bad type. But the type that wishes to feel that same thing in her heart. How come i don't find that same happiness in my heart,my smile or my eyes. How come God forgot?

"And it was at that age,that poetry has come into my life. I don't know. I don't know where it came from. From winter or a river. I don't know how or when. No,they were not voices. They were not words,nor silence. I didnot know what to say. My mouth couldn't speak names. My eyes were blind. And something started in my soul. My heart broke loose...on the wind."

People who tell you to be yourself.

Maybe they don't get it. Maybe they do not know there is something very painful about being YOU. Maybe they have no idea how hard it is for you to look into the mirror and realize that person is no other but you. They do not know what it is to try to look at your past and remember nothing other that an ugly childhood. They can't comprehend how it feels to have a glance at your past and face the absence of good memories. Trauma has changed you, poverty may have crushed you, you may well have lost your joy to the fight of ur parents you grew up hearing. ክሉው የላቸውም What it is to walk around with no passion for life to be void of good feelings. Owning a heavy heart and a dry brain. Maybe people who tell you to be yourself don't know how painful it is to actually Be You 'cause they're not you. ልትቀርባቸው ምትፈልጋቸውን ሰዎች እንደ ጳጉሜ አየር ሚለዋወጥ ሙድህ እንዳያስቀይማቸው ፈርተህ መራቅ ትርጉሙ አይገባቸውም። ጥሩ ቦንድ መፍጠርና በአግባቡ ሰስቴይን ማድረግ መሳን ምን እንደሆነ አያውቁትም። ራስን መጥላት ታሪክን መጥላት ትላንትን መጥላት ሌላ መሆንን መመኘት ህመሙ ሊገባቸው አይችልም። አይዞህ።

Or maybe they got a point. They maybe trying to tell you to face the reality. And heal gradually. To make a better tomorrow. You deserve it mate. Be yourself.

@FamilyPain
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A thing I heard Erik Menendez say is something that will live in my mind rent free. He said when asked "what is in front of you?"
He replied,"My past."

And all I remember is your back
Walking towards the airport, leaving us all in your past
I traveled fifteen hundred miles to see you
Begged you to want me, but you didn't want to

But piece by piece, he collected me up
Off the ground, where you abandoned things, yeah
Piece by piece, he filled the holes that you burned in me
At six years old and you know
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
He loves me
Piece by piece, he restored my faith
That a man can be kind and a father could stay

And all of your words fall flat
I made something of myself and now you wanna come back
But your love, it isn't free, it has to be earned
Back then I didn't have anything you needed, so I was worthless

But piece by piece, he collected me up
Off the ground, where you abandoned things, yeah
Piece by piece he filled the holes that you burned in me
At six years old and you know
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
'Cause he loves me
Piece by piece, he restored my faith
That a man can be kind and a father could stay

Piece by piece
Piece by piece
Piece by piece

Piece by piece
Piece by piece
Piece by piece

Piece by piece, I fell far from the tree
I will never leave her like you left me
And she will never have to wonder her worth
Because unlike you, I'm gonna put her first and you know
He'll never walk away
He'll never break her heart
He'll take care of things, he'll love her
Piece by piece, he restored my faith
That a man can be kind and the father should be great

Piece by piece
Piece by piece
Piece by piece

"So let me get this straight. Down to the marrow of the bones to the monstrous unsavory truth we breathe air in a world where the people are more obsessed with gorgeous bodies that one day rot away than gorgeous souls that weep handsomely like violins into infinity. My God,little precious creatures we,you and I and he and she have so many things wrong."