little problems. big issues.

A landfill of shitstorms and disappointments

[sarahs-secretcorner]

I love someone.

He is strong and caring, and kind.

His smile is like the sun, his laughter melodious.

But now the clouds have come.

He's battered by storms of lighting, hail, and tempests.

He roars in pain, but they are provoked.

He shrinks away to protect himself.

But they see his weakness and attack.

The people whom he cares for the most.

It hurts to see him in pain

It hurts to see him cowering

It hurts to hear his screams of pain, to see him hurt himself.

It hurts to be an observer, an outsider looking in.

It hurts to be in love with someone whom I cannot save.

[sarahs-secretcorner]

Why do I feel dead inside again?

[sarahs-secretcorner]

do not let yourself sink again. you know you want to. you know you want to fall into the familiar misery. fight it.

[sarahs-secretcorner]

I just want happiness.

But it’s as if I don’t think I deserve it...

[sarahs-secretcorner]

Sadim’s Touch

All that she touches crumbles, All that she loves breaks. Every action, she fumbles Every ending just aches. Not once, not twice, but every time. She pays a price destruction at prime.

-2020

I just can’t help but fuck everything up every time I feel a little bit happier.

[sarahs-secretcorner]

She craves the abuse. The torment he puts her through. This sick love.

[nicolezaridze]

self portrait april 2019

[mohammad7-blog1]

When your in the moment and couldn’t think of a good enough roast but later you have the best roast. Now it’s too late?

[sarahs-secretcorner]

Maybe some of us just aren't wife material.  Maybe some of us are just mistress material.

Some of us are made for happily ever afters. While others are made for goodbyes.

Smiles, laughter, a single moment of joy. Tears, silence, an eternity of loneliness.

Needs and Desires. Which are you? Which am i?

[sarahs-secretcorner]

When everything feels fine, but you still feel parts of you dying inside. What’s wrong with me?

[sarahs-secretcorner]

I'm just so tired.

I'm so done with caring.

It's so tiring.

And it's almost NEVER worth it.

[sarahs-secretcorner]

I don't need people to love me.

I need you all to hate me, so I can kms without feeling bad.

[sarahs-secretcorner]

No one ever loves you as much as you feel they do. - Me, 2020.

[sarahs-secretcorner]

Anxiety

I can feel the pulsing on my chest

That feeling in my throat.

I want to scream, but a slight whimper is all that escapes my lips

I want to cry, but no tears appear from my eyes.

It hurts so much

I need to get it out

I want to dig into my chest and claw out my heart

I just want some relief.

[sarahs-secretcorner]

there are things about you, things that scare me. there are things about you, things that captivate me. there are things about you, that make me want to stay. and then there are things about you, that make me want to runaway.

Let me tell you a story of a girl, A girl who kept her heart hidden. Guarding, protecting, always shielding. Until one day, she didn’t. her walls brought down, her heart exposed. an icy casket of wind and rain. it took some time and a lot of tears but her walls stand tall again today. there are things about you that remind me of him good things, bad things, and a few in between. there are things about you that remind me of him all the things I love, but maybe more than just that.

[sarahs-secretcorner]

square one

and we’re back to where we were again no more bliss, only pain.

in time we learn though seasons change, the things we yearn, remain the same.

[sarahs-secretcorner]

Do you know how much of me you still hold? My heart can’t even break properly anymore This uncomfortable feeling of being trapped, This limbo of emotions between sad and numb.

I thought I was over you, I thought I was moving on. But now he’s gone, and though I’m sad, My heart doesn’t break for him, but weeps for you.

I don’t want to, but i miss you.

[sarahs-secretcorner]

Warning Bells Part 2

It rang 3 times It was time to go I said I’d leave, but I chose to stay.

He heard the bells It was time to go. He showed no signs, but he chose to leave. So no more being wishy-washy, no more wondering how to do it, be grateful he did it for you, because he doesn’t care, and you shouldn’t too.