A Broken Heart.
The pain, the sorrow, and the abuse it has. Having no motivation, having no understandment nor any other feeling except pain, loss, and anger. How does this feeling become? Through a broken heart.
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A Broken Heart.
The pain, the sorrow, and the abuse it has. Having no motivation, having no understandment nor any other feeling except pain, loss, and anger. How does this feeling become? Through a broken heart.
Help
As I fall into this pit of despair I look for a way out. I can not even begin to describe the light I see before me. The exit ticket. Will I choose this or fall even deeper?
Hate and Love.
Hate is such a powerful feeling, but does it match to the power of love? We only think hate is more powerful because of the burn it creates. We don't notice the beautiful burn of love that carries joy through our bodies.
Destruction.
As the world falls and forgets, we won't forget the pain and the burden of those who rose. We will understand why it is the way it has became and we won't rest till we fall endlessly into the grave seeking peace.
Her.
As her gaze left his, they both felt the sorrow and the sadness of sharing the soul. They both need each other to survive, with one there is no us. Their hearts were stitched together.
As the rose dies, so shall I. As I'm just a thorn in the way of the hands that try to grab me, the death that tries to take my petals away from my stem. As the rose dies, so shall I.
Unknown. Pt.2
The burning sensation of depression fills you, the thoughts of drowning make you excited, you began to wonder what was your plan all along? Why has this happened to me? This insanity has overcome my power to think and now I must release what now is my burden.
Unknown.
Thinking past the hate and depression is hard, masking the thought of the blade, as the tears roll down your cheeks you begin to wonder, “Is this where I meet my fate and see the stars fall?”.
Demise.
Endlessly dreaming, endlessly waiting, endlessly thinking, breathing. Patience is what guides us from this insanity. Slowly we see the truth in our life, the constant feeling of demise that will happen soon enough.
The Night.
The Night bears all our guilts, all our weaknesses. When presented alone in the dark, our minds expand, allowing our mind to dwell in the restricted areas we hold true.
The blood thickens as you hurt, your mind starts to dampen with the thought of the blade, hoping you will be numb for another day.
Goodnight.
As we hear the bugs make their uniquely played music, we fall asleep. Some will fall stressed, burdened, numbed. Others will fall happily, lightened, warmed. In all that has happen with you all. Goodnight, Sweetdreams, Beautiful Nightmares.
Memories.
It's different for all of us. Some tend to try to forget, while others want to remember their mistakes. Our memory can be damaged by this. The past can be dangerous or healing. Just as we all have purpose, we need memories to understand. If we forget them, we will tend to make additional mistakes. Why not just forgive the memories?
The Ocean.
As The Ocean's waves cast upon the shore, we tend to enjoy the sound. The sound makes us understand life a bit more. The Ocean is full of wonders, it hides its real self and only shows us what on the surface. In a way that relates to us humans, doesn't it?
Snow.
White flakes of cold, making you numb if you weren't already. Snow, some find it as the past time they enjoy, while others find it as a reason to stay indoors and let their emotions feed on what left they have.
The Stars.
The Stars are amazing, truly. So full of energy and so many. Like us, quite understanding really. Stars go through space, The Unknown. What are we doing as we proceed through life?
Write.
Why do we write? A simple question with thousands of answers. To release emotions, burdens, stress. To relieve one of hurt. Writing is powerful, Should we truly possess it?