Was this going to be easy?Did I for a second think this was going to be as easy as faking a smile?No,ofcourse not.Did it ever came to my mind that I would wake upon a Friday morning and be able to do this without any harm done to my soul I had long lost?was I in a million years ever lost in the thought of having any sort of power that could make me finish this tiresome road I am gonna have to battle(this one much harder than the past)?I donot think I am able.But I need to know what it's like to try to find light in the darkness not only surrendering to it.most of the time I only let myself feel by that listening to it and doing whatever it asked of me no matter how much it drained me.I always carried the weight as it is...never known what it feels to put even an ounce of it off my shoulder one by one...I have to know.I have to tiptoe towards the healing path.If my second life was supposed to be versatile in his mind...somehow colorful then grey mustn't be the only color he used cause that wouldn't make him no different of a painter.If he is the almighty as they speak of then there need to be more and I NEED TO KNOW.
-Yeab T🖤-

If ever healing crosses your thought catch it and fight to not let it go

You could ask a blind man what colour the sky is and he will confidently tell you its blue...not because he has seen it but because the world has always said it is....for me if you ask me about love and happiness I will tell you its joy...I will tell you it flourishes the soul....i will carefully structure words to make you believe that those tiny yet complex words..ya those two they delight....but all not because I felt them but because i had been well preached"God loves the ratched and is there with the lonely ones....he cares for the sinners."does he cares for the sinners tho?? Even those who want to end the life given to them....even those who cut.i wonder.cause all the love I see being given to the worshipers and the loved doesn't caress me...in the stretts lovers holding each other's hands filled with blemish......i see mothers who stay.parents who care for the body they crafted..siblings who care.....everything...all....each single piece of thing that screams love ...all of it around me..yet not within me....not beneath my scars....all which scraped off them and made them worse rather than healing them...
@wordsofpain

The sparkle in your eyes removes the suffering of life.
- From Kafka's letters to Milena

I am like that cheese that becomes alone at the end of that nursery rhyme
@wordsofpain

You get to exhale now.you get to be more you .....
To ku17rib

I would rather be anywhere but here...here where you hear mumbles of the devil...its whispers telling you to hurt whatever you might be feeling ...where cults sing in joy here in the midst of all hatred it hurts and in all that...now for a moment your arms are good....I can rest in them .
-Straight out of the trash can-
@wordsofpain

Dark people always found it hard to get used to the light of happy people...you..the one reading this...I am talking about you.it had always been hard for you to listen to them shout"look at that light...you see that....catch it!!"..."cheer up a little bit"..."why the sad mood out of nowhere???"it has always been a struggle for souls like you to love and to be loved back...when in love a thought of finding comfort in another starts soothing your soul and by that revelation of your deepest secrets..you would trick your mind into thinking that your demons and their Angels can dance with eachother.. sit at the same table and laugh to eachother jokes.you would start to hallucinate...and beyond everything that happened to you,you tell yourself to let go a bit..."this one is different"you say to yourself...then they begin to see all your flaws and in those same eyes that saw all that you see them lossen their grip...watch them become afraid of what is more to come ...what more you are hiding ..BUT...What would happen if a broken girl met a broken boy???what would happen then???
@wordsofpain

What would happen if two haunted souls found eachother???In my wondrous imagination i believe that these would be rarely but aesthetically beautiful and believe me when i tell you it almost feels real cause I have drawn these in my mind every night while I struggle to sleep...I know their faces I painted them with the brush strokes of my insomniac mind.what would that be like??




And here what I fear most is if my mind was weak to believe and envision them drowning in eachothers darkness🖤🖤🖤
@wordsofpain

Some days I want to
Love
jump off cliffs
Scream ontop of my lungs
and LIVE
BUT some days
I wake up and I dont wanna be a Human
@wordsofpain

This pain is my never ending romance
Even when everyone walks away
I sleep peacefully at night
Knowing that tomorrow when I wake up it will be lying beside me
-Yeab T🖤-

There is one thing that everyone should know.Things work differently for different people.some people could be perfectly comfortable in their silence.They could be happy with not talking about their stories or sharing their pain.Silence is their form of healing.but it doesn't mean that everyone must be silent.If you think you need help,SPEAK!......SEEK HELP!Don't be afraid to share your story...your story could be the key that breaks off someone else's chain.your words can be your way of healing.words saved me I hope it can do that for you too.



Listen to your pain ask what it wants from you...choose whether you can fight it alone or not and whatever you choose remember that this time you chose for you...you are willing to fight for you
-Yeab T🥀-