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Be alone until you feel comfortable with yourself again.
K.C. (via wnq-writers)
The Myth of GHOSTs/GODs
Somebody who everybody knows - But nobody sees for real.
Who is he?
Where does he belong?
How would you describe his identity?
I will try to explain it to you although it might be difficult for you to understand:
Imagine the people we see on TV. We admire them for their looks and their glamour. We see them as modern gods and wish to be a part of their happiness and share what they share.
The character, the fame, their perfection, their beauty.
We want to adjust ourselves to become like them and take what is the best, so we can become someone more powerful. They shine on us and give us strength.
Nevertheless, who are they? Those modern Gods figures?
When I look at you, I understand their existence and see you as one of them.
At the beginning, you seemed to be nobody to me, but I strangely felt attracted and knew I could trust you without even knowing you.
I knew I would have better chances to be someone (or to be me at first) then to be no one.
Because my existence felt useless to me. You lifted me up without knowing.
You brought light in my life. That is what you do. That is who you are.
People around you admire you wherever you go and you enjoy the glow.
But in time I saw that you have many layers.
You show to people exactly what you want them to see or to believe.
You do not show yourself. Never! -Almost. The real you appears in little pieces sometimes.
That is why you are strong in front of others. You do not show your weak spots.
You know to hide them very well, so no one can ever touch you or try to destroy you.
I wish o understand you not 100%, but hopefully more than others.
I wish to learn about you like I already did over the years and open a door to find a new piece.
So one day I can become you and be there for you , exactly when you need me.
Although you say that you need no one.
I wish to be no one for you.
I know you are not that selfish as you seem or that heartless as you want to show.
But the next words could be yours and I am way to sensitive to say them:
“The best way to not get your heart broken is pretending you don't have one.
― Charlie Sheen
To be continued……
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I need to find myself again....Where did I lost myself...Hello??...Are you there ...my dear Self..?
Why do I care so much about the wrong things and wrong people?
lost mind....me
You have a cancer growing inside you. Not on a medical basis but one of a psychological nature You keep your feelings inside you and they start to eat you from inside. Why is it so hard for you to understand that I will not leave and will be there no matter what will happen. Please keep in mind that I feel you and I feel you are not ok. But you are hiding it. I am sorry , but please let me help you with my presence at least.
my mind nothing more
Bitches have to suffer when they wish to stay other they can go to fucking there own home. They are suckers and need the worst but serve the best Go to hell whore I will f***** burn you!!! You make me evil Although my heart is pure You make me hate you And wish you all the worst
Sometimes you cannot control your words :)
I wish sometimes my life would not be so complicated.
Breakfast
Eating does not mean I am hungry
All the time
Sometimes Eating means just
Sharing a minute with someone together
A minute where just the two of you sit next to eachother
And enjoy the moment of being together
This imaganition lives in mind I guess.
And like I know that there is no perfection
So there is no perfect breakfast
So there is no breakfast at all.
You start eating without the other.
You fill stressed by the fact that you have to eat.
Why is there no perfection?
Why seems everything difficult and upsets you?
There might be an explanation.
But also if someone will shout it in your ear.
You wont hear it.
Because you chose to be unhappy...on your own
I love you with all my heart Please shoot ,e anyway from time to time Sorry
Sometimes I wish to punch people in their face...Not one time...But many times...They kill my mind...my thoughts and hopes...
The pain that you’ve been feeling, can’t compare to the joy that’s coming. Romans 8:18
Sometimes you need to come back to who you are once in a while Because pretending to be heartless is a tough thing But being fragile inside and knowing how to handle this case Is even tougher. My heart fears many things. My mind sleeps often and these days I am not the master of my own words. But I need to come back and meet the night Where I find my silence.
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If you did mistakes ...again and again...Is there really nobody .who wants to be on your side...you never killed or stole money...so why is there no mercy ...left for me? Will I die because I lied and people claim that everything I say is a lie although it is not..? I cannot even say I am sorry..I feel sorry for them because they don't even know me yet...And they are so called..family But in the other hand others ..strangers are closer to me then my own blood...they keep me in cage where I cannot even breath and where I am accused for all my mistakes...
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