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Wow may crush na ulit ako congrats self. After three long years.
This sick feeling like something keeps breaking inside you. The kind of pain in your chest that you feel right after the moment you knew he’s loved another. Only that this pain lingers for a while, and you do not know why.
It’s equally distressing and tiring. It feels like something bad is happening right at this moment, but you do not know what it is. It’s the kind of worry I don’t seem to fathom where they’re coming from.
The worst kinds of worries, are the ones that doesn’t have a source. This is because you do not know where to calm them. You have no idea what it needs to lull. All the while you’re trying to find where the broken pipe is leaking, but all you get is water on your floors. It is not stopping and you are trapped inside this small room. Days more of this feeling, and the waters shall rise to your waist. Soon enough you’ll feel it over your chest. By this time you are asking for help. From your friends, the people you know who knows the keys to open your door. But it wasn’t what they are willing to offer. They told you to just keep swimming. That the broken pipe is imaginary and the water is starting to reach your chin.
I’m sure by this time the people around you will start saying to “think positive” or “look at the brighter side” - of drowning. Maybe swimming in your own pool of worries will be just as fun as the rains after the drought. But you won’t have as much fun as they think it will be. I’m also sure by this time you’ve heard all these water below your nose will drain one day. Someday, they believe, you will start realizing more important things other than staying alive in that small room of big waves. Yes, I do believe that someday all the water that pinched my lungs will fall down onto my knees, finally onto my feet. But I needed someone to help me open my door. It’s the door that opens up later than one expects it to. It’s not the door that anyone unlocks, or maybe even the best person in my life can.
Draining worries isn’t impossible. But it is, when alone. This room isn’t imaginary. The water pipes really are broken, and believe me, the waters went up to my head one day. Right at that moment, I wasn’t able to speak about it anymore- nor ask for help. It. became harder and harder by the day. Everyone felt I’m fine because they heard less and less cries. Less and less until they heard none of it anymore.
There she goes then- swimming in her own pool of water from broken pipes which everyone thought was imaginary. She learned to swim better. Some days there were waves. Some days it was calm. Some days she’s floating. Some days she’s reaching for the floors. But most days, she’s just there. God, who knows what she does.
I'm done being your friend
This is my tangina pagod na ako moment
Take the pain away
Lord bat naman. Magdedebut na ako oh. Tama na yang mga bagyo plsss plsss pls lang
Ang lala ko. Why am I even like this
I want to die.
This wasn’t written by me. But I want you to read this because I always hold on to these words whenever I’m on the verge of giving up. It was written by one of my favorite writers, Iain S. Thomas.
THE STORY CAN NEITHER BE CREATED NOR DESTROYED
As you fall, remember that you are part of a beautiful story that did not start when you were born.
Remember that you are the universe exhaling, a breeze waiting to blow across a field of tall grass.
Remember, you are part of a beautiful story that did not start when you were born.
As your body cuts through the air, think of only the things that made you smile, the people that made you love, the ideas that made you strong.
Remember, those things will never happen again but they cannot unhappen.
Remember, you are part of a beautiful story that did not start when you were born.
Remember, what you felt can’t ever be taken away.
Remember, you are part of a beautiful story that did not start when you were born.
And it will not end when you die.
Remember.
Your existence means something in this world. You were made to be relevant in this story, in this lifetime, in this greatness. Some people wouldn’t feel some emotions if it’s not because of you. Others won’t learn the most important lessons that they need in their lives if they haven’t met you. Even if you have no idea about it, you have such strong effect to some people.
I know that some nights are harder than the usual. I know that sometimes, you feel out of place. I know that this world and almost everyone in it could be so cruel that the only thing that you can think of is the easiest way out of it.
But you should know that you are here because you are part of something beautiful. You may not see it now but someday, every hardship and every pain will be worth it.
Please, stay. The world needs you.
Today I knew you love someone else. Today I say, I never learned not to love you.
Happy birthday to me 😊
To the people who have hurt me, I am broken too.
You’re broke and feelng worthless, but I am as well.
I’m a good person and I stay that way in all the strongest screams of the storm. But since you’re cutting bits of my skin to fill in your wounds, your wound would never heal.
Because my skin is hurt and pain untold, now told.
I am just bones now. Naked. Muscled. But as soon as I get my skin regenerated, I swear you’ll never be able to cut of from me.
I love all of you as people who loved me painfully. I love you for everything, and I’m thankful.
Let me have the time to forgive you. Let me have the time to forget what you’ve caused. Let my skin feel new to the gruesome cuts you all made.
I will be back, brand new. I will be back with a bigger heart to embrace all of your pain. I will be back.
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Me and my self-destructing tendencies
I am tired. Let me sleep
Why You Shouldn't Fall For A Writer
Do not fall for my words For I am a writer
I romanticize life And everything that comes with it A simple rain drop Tells the way I would fall for you
I exaggerate love In a way that the shifting of tides Represents the passion I feel When your skin rubs against mine
I’ll write you love poems Sweep you off your feet With words that I so graciously put together I’ll make you feel so special
I feel things that I don’t And I convince you that I do For I am a writer So, do not fall for my words
~ withwordsIdance
Don’t ruin other people happiness just because you can’t find your own.
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