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@arsgratiaartisblog
The courage of being alive.
I know that sadness
God knows if I know it
That sadness that makes you believe that nobody will ever understand you
That makes you believe that nobody cares
That nobody is gonna ever see how much you suffer it doesn't matter how hard you try to show it and tell it
Most of the people don't understand depression
Yes, it has a name
Our kind of sadness has a name
A name for something it shouldn't exists and that nobody really understands
Depression is not something logical
You can't search for logical reasons
Some of them could be
But not all of them
Most of them are psychological deep deep in the smallest holes of our mind
That's how you feel, I know you do
They just don't get it
The pain to have to wake up another day
To have to walk and talk and do things people normally do
Eating becomes painful
Thinking becomes painful
Even looking at something becomes something you can't do it anymore
And a life like that is just not life anymore
And that's when you think of it
When life stops being something necessary
That's when you think of it
Think about dying
And you talk about death like it's so simple to reach it
And you imagine it every day
And you spend hours and hours thinking about how free it should feel
But the truth is that to die and go away takes courage
A courage that we all wish we will never have
A courage I believe so many people wish they never had
This kind of sadness is a deep deep abyss
And there's no bottom under it
Because when you reach it it suddenly disappears like anything else
Because when you reach it you're dead
Although there are little holes in this abyss trough which passes light
That's where you have to put your hands
And every day someone shows you affection, love, empathy
Every day someone shows you that he sees your pain and he cares
Your hand reach that hole
Every day you see the ones you love smile just for the joy of seeing you at home alive
Another hole is opened
And your hand can reach it again
And hand after hand
Hole after hole
One day you will come out of that abyss
Out of that darkness
And you'll be thankful to have been down there for all this time instead of another place
Because life is not irreversible
There's no place in life in which you can't come back if you feel that your life has stopped there to restart again
But from a grave, there's no coming back
You can't restart
There's no tomorrow
And even yesterday is not yours anymore
"Live your life" must seem such a silly thing for you
And it is
But it's a truth in its way
There's no point in going to a place you're already destined to go
Prematurely
Uninvited
And regretting every single day, if we really have an immortal soul,
The moment you gave up on life being too hard to live.
I really did love you And it hurts like hell to know that you didn’t I wasn’t able to make you love me So you left and the world collapsed over me The earth beneath my feet opened And I fell in the dark of your abscence I’ve tried to see a world without you But even my imagination couldn’t think of such a tremendous thing And so I damned myself To be trapped in the memories we shared Fake memories in which I’m alone But I don’t care, they’re like oxygen to me And I breath and breath heavily in your image Trying not to choke and die I really did love you And you destroyed me Just like love does.
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Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
-Catullo, Carme 85.
~Just some of my poetry~
Some live repressing their instinctive feelings Protest the way we’re built Don’t point your blame on me!
I live
Why is everyone so mad at me for being angry?
Why is everyone so upset for the way I live my life?
I’m living, which is the proof I’ve done something right
I must have
And I’m angry because I’m an ocean
Forced to stay in a tiny glass
And no one gets it
That I don’t see everything dark
Or maybe I do but I make something of all the dark I see around me
I can still see beauty
The beauty is in me
And in the dark I’m able to turn into light
With my words
With this little thing kind of similar to a talent that I have
It’s too easy to be just happy
And it’s too easy to be just sad
The strenght lies in the middle
And I’m strong
Because I’ve been happy
And I’ve been sad, more than you could possibly imagine
I know what it means
But I’m living, I’m living
I did something right after all
I did.
For everyone who's sad and angry just know that there's still beauty around you and it's waiting for you to find it. Find it in yourselves and in what represents you. Dark can be turned into light, you just have to see it as an opportunity to shine.
I live
Why is everyone so mad at me for being angry?
Why is everyone so upset for the way I live my life?
I'm living, which is the proof I've done something right
I must have
And I'm angry because I'm an ocean
Forced to stay in a tiny glass
And no one gets it
That I don't see everything dark
Or maybe I do but I make something of all the dark I see around me
I can still see beauty
The beauty is in me
And in the dark I'm able to turn into light
With my words
With this little thing kind of similar to a talent that I have
It's too easy to be just happy
And it's too easy to be just sad
The strenght lies in the middle
And I'm strong
Because I've been happy
And I've been sad, more than you could possibly imagine
I know what it means
But I'm living, I'm living
I did something right after all
I did.
Love It, it is just beautiful and true...
Un battito un respiro
Non sento nulla
Un altro battito un altro respiro
Ancora niente
Proietto la mia mente su quei pensieri
Nessuna risposta
Apro gli occhi stanchi
Stanchi del pianto di qualche momento fa
Eppure ancora nessuna reazione
Porto la mano al petto
Il cuore batte
Certo, perché non dovrebbe
Eppure non sento nulla
Nelle orecchie la musica
La musica che tanto pianto stimolò
Eppure stanotte le sue parole scivolano via
Come la pioggia su un vetro
Non mi raggiungono
Non sono mie
Sono un'estranea nella mia stessa mente
Nel mio stesso corpo
Questi non sono i miei pensieri
Questi battiti irregolari non sono i miei
Questo respiro pesante non è il mio
Eppure sfioro con la mano una guancia
E sento il calore del mio corpo
Sono proprio io
Sono qui
Ma allora com'è possibile
Come può essere
Che io non senta nulla?