Before I die I want to live.Before I die I want to breath an air of complete peace.
-mine-

Shadows don’t grow in the darkness.

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

How did I become this weak?
How did I give words the power to break and rebuild me?

This crown of pain circling my pleasure.🖤🖤🖤
-Ebne Hakim

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

Guys I highly recommend you to listen to the song "shrike" by Hozier.

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

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-

Silence
The only language
I'm fluent in

...but in his heart he knew that it did matter.And he knew that shepherds,like seamen and like travelling salesman,always found a town where there was someone who could make them forget the Joy's of carefree wandering.
-The alchemist-

When it was hard to laugh, the music was hard to laugh.

Is fuck off an emotion because I feel it in my soul

If I smile is my soul really happy or is that the meds doing their job?

One day without no big reason while you are living your usual messed up life you will feel tired of everything as if the weight of the world is on your shoulders. You'll feel as if your lungs and heart are tired fighting for you. You don't wanna cry or slit or sleep or forget or wish for all of it to go away. You'll find yourself longing for the END of it all...the conclusion for this no good of a life. At that exact moment you'll find yourself fighting to breathe without actually wanting to breathe. You'll pray to God to give you the potion of peace and he will turn his back on you. The world will look at you with a smirk on its face secretly filled with pleasure of seeing you crumble. Not God Not the world Not you can make it all disappear. And as feeble as you are you'll close your eyes and feel your painful tears pay visit to your dry chicks...you'll sit in the darkness with accompanying loneliness,helpless.
-Yeab T🌑-

I carry a heavy heart in me. I don't know where to put it