iām exhausted. iām constantly exhausted. i go to bed exhausted. i wake up exhausted. every day, every hour iām exhausted. itās exhausting.Ā
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iām exhausted. iām constantly exhausted. i go to bed exhausted. i wake up exhausted. every day, every hour iām exhausted. itās exhausting.Ā
āItās okay if Iām not your favorite chapter you have written, but I hope you sometimes smile when you flip back to the pages I was still apart of.ā
ā Unknown
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āāBe nice to yourself. It is hard to be happy when someone is being mean to you all the time.ā - Unknownā
ā
āAfter all this time?ā
Echoes That Keep Me Alive
Slowly, I begin to understand what the problem is.
I donāt know if itās some kind of karmic lessonā
but I am so tired of feeling,
so tired of having hope,
if every moment feels like my heart is about to tear itself open.
If it means believing
that no one will ever love me
as deeply, as fiercely, as I love them.
That no one will ever worry the way I do,
care the way I do,
or fall apart at the thought of losing me.
No one would walk in circles for hours,
crying, breaking, screaming into the silence,
consumed by panic and fear.
No oneā
except the one person who did.
And I lost him.
Forever.
No return, no second chance.
Because he lost the battle within himself.
And the last thing that held me together,
the last fragile thread of hope,
were the final words you gave me:
āPlease⦠donāt leave me too.
Youāre the last thing I have.ā
There was no blame in themā
only fear.
Only the quiet terror
of that endless, devouring darkness.
And now, eight years later,
I understand.
I understand why.
I understand how that darkness
can swallow a soul whole.
And stillā
after all this timeā
that one piece of you I carry
still gives me strength.
Still gives me the courage
to keep going, somehow.
Because I know
you would never have wanted
for me to lose that fight too.
Ariel Day, from a poem titled "Games," featured in Black Roses: Poems about Love, Heartbreak, Mental Health, Self Love
ah iād sit beside it forever... quietly loving it, gently watering it, and making sure it never felt alone š„ŗ
existence is pain
qq.
Jemanden zu vermissen der gestorben ist, ist eine Sache die nie heilen wird..
āNothing haunts us like the things we donāt say.ā
ā Mitch Albom, Have a Little Faith
āThe loneliest moment in someoneās life is when they are watching their whole life fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.ā
ā F.Scott Fitzgerald
āwhat if iām always the one who loves more?āācongratulate yourself.ā
āCongratulation, youāre now on the fastest road to let your heart break, again.ā
excuse me, which level of hell is this?