I struggle everyday to find lost pieces of myself.
It is not easy.
Some days I feel every fracture inside me.
People say you can start over everyday.
True.maybe.
But you have scars.The aftermath of old wounds.
Whatever you become you will carry those scars.
-V🖤-
It is not easy.
Some days I feel every fracture inside me.
People say you can start over everyday.
True.maybe.
But you have scars.The aftermath of old wounds.
Whatever you become you will carry those scars.
-V🖤-
Call me names and disdain me but I will still run to those same arms that hurt me...long for their touch and wish for the days my lips taste the sweetness of theirs
I can't seem to fight this desire to suffocate myself and of being unconscious...
If you cannot tell the truth about yourself,you cannot tell it about other people.
Before I die I want to live.Before I die I want to breath an air of complete peace.
-mine-
-mine-
Forwarded from Ebne_Hakim (Ebne Hakim)
Please teach me how to lose a fight with my self or will i keep this crown of pain circling my pleasure
With sad ending thoughts while it’s a fairy tale that i deserve
I have forgotten how sharp the sword of happiness is and just with a smile in my life a part she took she delayed my tears
Ebne_hakim
With sad ending thoughts while it’s a fairy tale that i deserve
I have forgotten how sharp the sword of happiness is and just with a smile in my life a part she took she delayed my tears
Ebne_hakim
How did I become this weak?
How did I give words the power to break and rebuild me?
How did I give words the power to break and rebuild me?
Let this poem be the obituary
I never get to give myself
And a letter to the archeologist who finds my skeletons
Here is what my mouth couldn't speak of
And what my bones couldn't tell you
My bones will never tell you that
I was born from a woman who saw me as a burden
Whose love I second guessed all my life
It wont tell you that
I was born from a man with a soul
As sane as angel
Whose love saved me from thousand deaths
It wont show you
My pierced skin
My bruised thighs
My slayed wrists
My battles
And how
Everyone run to home to find peace and
How I was forced to do the opposite
It won't say a thing about how
I fought a disease which succeded at silencing me
An illness which left me separated from
Society in a cubicle with lives that salivate over death
Whose way of living society fears and pities
At the same time
Whose wardrobe is filled with long sleeved shirts and everything able to dump scars and insecurities in
A group of faces that learnt at a young age
Of how to make pretty shit out of painful shit
It wont tell you how many times
I wiped tears off my chick
It wont show you the bags under my eyes
It wont ever tell you that my path of healing started with suffocating my pain inside a bottle of pills
I was like a puzzle whose pieces were found in different people but noone could put together
I hope that maybe this could help you
So make this also a letter of forgiveness
For the ones I hurt in my silence
To my Daddy
And mostly Myself
-Yeab T🥀-
@wordsofpain
I never get to give myself
And a letter to the archeologist who finds my skeletons
Here is what my mouth couldn't speak of
And what my bones couldn't tell you
My bones will never tell you that
I was born from a woman who saw me as a burden
Whose love I second guessed all my life
It wont tell you that
I was born from a man with a soul
As sane as angel
Whose love saved me from thousand deaths
It wont show you
My pierced skin
My bruised thighs
My slayed wrists
My battles
And how
Everyone run to home to find peace and
How I was forced to do the opposite
It won't say a thing about how
I fought a disease which succeded at silencing me
An illness which left me separated from
Society in a cubicle with lives that salivate over death
Whose way of living society fears and pities
At the same time
Whose wardrobe is filled with long sleeved shirts and everything able to dump scars and insecurities in
A group of faces that learnt at a young age
Of how to make pretty shit out of painful shit
It wont tell you how many times
I wiped tears off my chick
It wont show you the bags under my eyes
It wont ever tell you that my path of healing started with suffocating my pain inside a bottle of pills
I was like a puzzle whose pieces were found in different people but noone could put together
I hope that maybe this could help you
So make this also a letter of forgiveness
For the ones I hurt in my silence
To my Daddy
And mostly Myself
-Yeab T🥀-
@wordsofpain
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It is about a man who lost his lover because he couldn't appreciate her worth but realizes that too late.sje thought him about all the good in the world and shows him virtues but when she leaves she takes all that with her.and after that every relationship he gets in he always compares it with her and no woman comes close to her perfection.Because he did that the woman he got close to end up getting hurt.
The song mainly talks about a shrike and its relationship with its thorn...how he is the shrike and she,his longlost lover is the thorn he impales other women he is in a relationship with.
This song is for people who didn't appreciate what they had and lost it and by that ruined his life
The song mainly talks about a shrike and its relationship with its thorn...how he is the shrike and she,his longlost lover is the thorn he impales other women he is in a relationship with.
This song is for people who didn't appreciate what they had and lost it and by that ruined his life
As time passed the boy found himself wishing that the day would never end,that her father would stay busy and keep him waiting for three days. He recognized that he was feeling something he had never experienced before:the desire to live in one place forever.with the girl with the raven hair,his days would never be the same again.
-The Alchemist-
-The Alchemist-