"Love,let me go",she whispered as her voice cracked and tears rolled down her cheek.
"Give me this chance to breath as I died each day to live for you"
"I just want you to let me go.Let me Die.Let me let go. This time Kiss my forehead and wish me a well journey.let me lie in those arms of yours for they are the only blessings I got from this villain world. Prepare me the poison. It will be the sweetest drink you ever fixed me. Hold my sweaty palms as my hands shake and my body tumbles to the ground. Make love to my vulnerability. Stare into my eyes and unleash your majic. See through my eyes what they can never hide from you.feel my pain through your gaze and ask yourself if you love me enough to let me go seeing how I have fought enough.You read about love. You adore love. Are you willing to take the risk? If the stars could tell you my longing will you let me go?"
And as he heard those words he bowed down and sheded painful tears. He kissed his lover, made love to her body and got baptized from the ocean of her body's essence as they became one. He chose for her to let go. Cause Love adores. Love smiles. Love wakes up and Lays in bed at night with you. Love makes you popcorn. Love makes you angry. Love makes you sad and makes you wanna shoot yourself. Love also fights for you and chooses you. And because Love is supposed to heal you Love will let go of your arms and passes you back to mother nature hoping the soil will flourish you and he will hold your soul among the cracks of his broken heart and when he wakes up tomorrow and misses you he will find comfort in knowing that wherever his love lies she is at peace...cause peace for the weary travellers is found in over flowing bath tubs...sharp pieces...Loaded guns and Death.
-Yeab T🌬-

When the people couldnt maybe the starless sky is grieving for our sad young souls.
-Yeab T🌑-

When people ask me how I’m doing, I wanna say, my depression is an angry deity. A jealous god that make juice out of my smile. A writhing burning feeling hiding in the shadows, waiting to be let out. But instead I say, “I’m okay.”

Fuck everyone who think of men as weak for showing their emotions!!!!!!!!!

Thank you.

I gazed at the cloud through my window with my watery eyes.I wondered about our similarities despite it being an infinite canvas and me being minuscule nobody.Does it shout...break and fall as thunder...lightning and rain as a way of showing its emotions?Is it telling us that God is another imaginary being that knows nothing but betrayal?whatever God did to it I won't ever know.will it ever forgive?will I ever forgive?will we ever........?
Will I be able to forgive the ones who hurt me even the ones in my bloodlines?That,I won't ever know too.I hope that we eventually will.but the day my heart really awaits for is the day we learn to forgive ourselves.what they did to us is so cruel and unforgivable but what is really barbaric is how many times we torture ourselves reminiscing the hurt and repeatedly letting ourselves break?I owe myself a lifetime of apologies.But even then I won't ever know how.Are you a reminder...a living proof of someone's wrong doings?Do you incessantly beat yourself?Do you deserve it?Is it fair?Are you lost in the idea of forgiveness?Have you shut yourself in the process?Were you able to forget?Can you forget?Is it fair for your soul to receive the beatings of another person's villainy?What is forgiveness?Is it to forget?Have you come to know?will we ever come to know?Are you ready to let go?Are you ready to forgive yourself?Who are you to deprive your soul the healing it deserves?
-Yeab T🌊-

Of all the things I have ever loved depression is the only thing that never had the balls to leave

Woke up and regretted my choice

Have you ever stated perfect arguments and clear facts and won an argument........................
In your mind?
Always.

I Am A THREAT TO MYSELF.

Dear me,
I am sorry.
I am sorry for making you go through all this pain. I am sorry for making you feel all the pain on your wrist. I am sorry I didn’t give you the space and time you needed. I am sorry I forced you to smile when you didn’t want, to pretend that you are happy. I am sorry for making you feel low and worthy enough when it was the people who could never see through. I am sorry for making you help people and think of them when your hands were bleeding. I am sorry because you had to give so much of yourself for people who didn’t give a tiny morsel of appreciation. I am sorry for not loving you, the way you deserved to be loved.

-letter for myself.

When she was little,she can't have played much with other children.