WarmFuzzies

A happy girl who lives solely for her passions and dreams.

[lilmisssunshiney]

Do not ask me what's wrong for your own twisted curiosity.

Do not ask me to talk to you when you have no intention of supporting me.

I am fine with being on my own,

Just let me get used to it.

Do not let your guilt come in the way.

Do not be sorry for me.

I know you want to care or maybe you just feel responsible

But believe me, I care for myself enough.

These scars that I have, they are not yours to tend to

The pain that I feel is not for you to soothe

So please don't try to care

I do not deserve it.

I do not deserve your half-assed promises,

Nor your self-centred guilt

You can simply let me be

And I'll be fine on my own

[thepoetryofascension]

say it with me: every body is beautiful. every skin tone is divine. disabilities, skin conditions, disfigurement or scars do not reduce the value of a person. mental illness does not invalidate individual experiences. sexual preference and gender identity have every right to be respected. beauty as shown in the media should not serve as a standard for how you treat people. judgment should not supersede acceptance. criticism should not supersede kindness. you are not here to wound the efforts of others or assume the illusion that you could live their journey in a superior way. we each have a right to our space in this world and no one is more or less deserving.

[lilmisssunshiney]

What's the point?

What's the point of living this way?

What's the point of being in a closet when it's only gonna suffocate you? But what's the point of coming out if no one is gonna let you live your way?

It's like this: What's the point of keeping it all in when it's gonna burst out in the end but what's the point of saying it when it's not gonna change anything?

There's no point in dying too, cuz then you'd be giving up. And what's the point of that now?

[lilmisssunshiney]

I lie down

let it take control of me

this absolutely sucking anxiety

let it choke my neck

as it rushes into my veins

begging me to pop the tension out of it

maybe slice through it

just to get the juices flowing

drop by drop

wash over the pain

like dust to rain

no

don't let it take you

1... 2... 3...

breathing doesn't help you

what can I do?

when will this question get old?

self harm is not the solution

well neither is self restriction

"let time heal you"

but it's been 8 years...

give me words to express the torture my mind and my body go through

give me words to unleash me from this tormented soul

or maybe, you could give me strength so that these legs help me stand when my heart is aching to be buried inside the sand ©

[lilmisssunshiney]

Weak

Weak

That's what I was when I first stepped inside the new school

No, wait.

I was so weak that as I fainted and fell

a soft hand held me by my shoulder

It was my her, my guardian angel

Actually, it started when I was looking for a place to sit and found a place next to a familiar face

She welcomed me obviously,

She has always been kind

I sensed some unease around me,

People not wanting me to take someone else's seat

Looking at this new girl who somehow thinks she owns the world?

Nope, I never thought I owned the world

But I thought she did, as she told the others

"Pramiti you sit with me. Miss XYZ could you find some place else please?"

Okay, now she's brave too.

Her name is Shruti btw,

Shruti means 'lyrics'

Lyrics to a beautiful soul

A soul that would never lift a finger on someone who's wrong

Instead she'd give you her whole palm to hold on to while you brushed yourself off

She'd wait until you are beside her and ready to take off

She did the same for me too

You see, I was weak when I met her

Every single day that I was paranoid, every single day that I was willing to succumb to the darkness

I'd see her sitting next to me, crazing around in her own world

Giggling to herself

Although I knew she suffered in her mind

All alone

Doubting every action, every word spoken

I guess a self-depreciative streak runs in our family

Right Shruti?

She still smiled though

It would remind me that I could see light in this black hole just as she did

Oh, and her hugs!

Believe me, her hugs have the power to lift off every worry, every pain as she lifts you off your feet and spins you around with sheer joy

Her arms have the magic to heal you while she heals herself

I was weak when I met her

I'm still weak

I'm weak for her insane laughter and her mystical soul

I'm weak for the strength she gives me with her presence

But

I'm also strong because of her

For she never left my hand even when I didn't need one to hold on to.

[lilmisssunshiney]

How do you tell the people who love you that you want to leave?

Not them, just this world

To go to a place

Where existence ceases to exist

And you're comfy in the dark hole

How do you explain to them

That everything is hopeless

That hope is hopeless

And breathing is a struggle in itself

Is it even okay to tell them?

To share this pain?

To let them feel the heavy emptiness

That has filled our entire lifetime

Because your pain is their pain

And your heart breaks into millions

When they hurt

How long do you plan on holding on though?

Is it not too much to carry?

Or sometimes, you ask yourself

Does it even matter?

I guess not

If it did,

Would I be still be collapsing into nothingness every second secretly?

-lilmisssunshiney

[remanence-of-love]

[lilmisssunshiney]

What do you when you've come to the point where you don't recognize yourself? Where you look into the mirror and see a person who seems lost. Obviously it's not you, right? Because that person, on the other side of the mirror, needs help but you don't cuz' you're okay, or so you say to yourself.

[lilmisssunshiney]

"We all carry our own private hell with ourselves."

[lilmisssunshiney]

No relationship is ever a waste of time. If it doesn't get you what, it will teach you what you don't.

[lilmisssunshiney]

I don't remember when this darkness started comforting me. I don't remember when this heaviness became a part of me. But I do know that I don't want it to go away anymore.

[lilmisssunshiney]

Tell me how?

Tell me how

One can live a life with a soul so corrupt with darkness that he pushes away every ounce of happiness that comes his way?

He knows he cannot be loved

He knows he doesn't deserve this life

He knows he is ugly

He knows that no one will accept him

He knows he's a mess

He knows that everyone is tired of him

Still, everyday he hopes

But he knows he can't be saved.

So why?

Why not let him die as he wishes to?

Maybe that's the only happiness the world can give him

Because the world only listens to the dead, right? Maybe then, his voice will reach our ears. Maybe then, his heart won't scream from 6 feet under.

[lilmisssunshiney]

It's hard to tell someone how sad you always are. It's hard to even try because you know your words are always left unheard. Or even if they're heard, they're not understood, just judged. And that's what stops you from ever even trying to talk about yourself again.

[books-n-quotes]

“Sometimes an understanding silence was better than a bunch of meaningless words.”

— Mia Sheridan, Archer’s Voice (via books-n-quotes)

[lilmisssunshiney]

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