iamyourcanvas

Make your life a masterpiece

[distancebetweenpages]

[distancebetweenpages]

i am emotional today

[distancebetweenpages]

Every November

There’s a room in my heart

That I always visit

An empty and abandoned room

No memories can be found

No old songs to listen to

It’s only your shadow

That I can’t recognize anymore

Because of the years that passed

I mourned when I realized

You’re there but not here.

-C.E.

[distancebetweenpages]

00:00

Cold floor

Unused utensils

Folded blankets

Soaked pillows

Another year has gone,

In a strange country

Far away from you

How long till I feel at home?

CE

Homesick

[distancebetweenpages]

This Christmas I just wanna wear my pj’s sip hot chocolate and watch old movies with you.

[distancebetweenpages]

Life is stuck on pause

[distancebetweenpages]

15:31

Sometimes I wonder how can my heart cling closely to people, places and things I know for sure I can’t keep, go and have.

[distancebetweenpages]

46 days before Christmas

Cold breeze brush over my skin

Still staying at this foreign and strange place

Could I stay any longer?

How much longer till I see you, my home?

CE

feelinghomesick

[distancebetweenpages]

It hits me every night

darkness is my blanket

tears soaked in my pillows

loneliness sleeps beside me

-CE

[depression-took-over-my-liiife]

[depression-took-over-my-liiife]

[wishing-for-deathx]

Do you get sad suddenly and your chest starts hurting and it takes all of your energy to move even slightly ?

[wishing-for-deathx]

Now I’m empty. I have nothing to give to anyone. Except for talking about my pain. And since I realize that’s toxic, I’ve simply isolated.

[worthless-misery]

Dear diary...

Every day feels like a battle against myself.

A battle I always end up losing.

[my-road-to-existence-deactivate]

I am afraid of myself and what I am capable of.

[wickedd-gaames]

[distancebetweenpages]

Long walks

Interlocked hands

Small talks

Take me back

To where everything is real

Wake me up from this blurred dream

Take me back

To where everything is simple

Let me sleep next to the field of daisies

~CE

[distancebetweenpages]

We have nursed ourselves so much. Have cradled our insecurities. We have rejected criticisms. We have drunk milk of positivity and have spitted negativity. We have been intoxicated with praise insomuch our glass outpouring. We hushed ourselves to sleep with lullabies of lies. We become stagnant. We stopped growing. We have become a little child in an adult’s body.

C. E.