#feeling pain

[fallencalliope]

Many souls surround me,

In this crawl space,

Is where I feel the safest,

It's the only way I block out the noise,

Of the loud screeching voices,

Filled with so much hate,

Overwhelming changes that present before my eyes,

I just want to get lost into the dark night,

Because the pain that is displayed before,

Is just too much to bear...

©️fallencalliope

[oneforthemunny]

watching encanto to feel something

[peepingcreek]

Hello out there, im feeling a glmmer of hope and I wanted to share it. Thank you for being here, thank you for being alive. I love you.

If you are in unimaginable pain, I see you

If u are in unimaginable shame, I see you

If you are in unimaginable insanity, i feel you.

Im sorry that life has been this way for you. It didn’t have to, but it was. But it doesnt have to in the future.

One breath at a time. One moment at a time.

[giffypudding]

It's good to feel something

[iamwotan]

don't hide your pain

[passedyoubyy]

Firebringer as cats

jemilla:

molag:

zazzalil:

schwoopsie:

smelly balls:

ducker:

emberly:

tiblyn:

[washed-soul]

More than the sound of a word

Three lights shining so above. The glow makes a cold soul feel warm. Yet the mist still slowly carries over a plane so far consumed by the flames of the ravaged dreams. Kept inside a bubble, the heart of a broken girl so wary of the wars waged inside. A broken clock, a tired memory of a place so long ago, of a different brighter cycle, where the pain remained as cuts on the body, and not the burning of the soul. A comforting hum buzzed inside the little bubble, the still turning cogs that kept her safe inside.

A heart pulsed weak above the girl. Once the raging giant of a war, a grand all-seeing wrathful machine of war, what remained of the defiant charge began to smolder away like all that exists outside the bubble. The handed tale of the creature warped around the dome, laying weakly near the top, it's right arm outreached forward, so the girl under could look above. It's many wings loafing amounts the side of the bubble, the being once more struggled to lift itself upward to remain on top of the bubble, slowly sliding off.

The soul trapped inside had her eyes look upwards, dim and jaded, the splendor of the light reflected into a sparkle in the eyes. She closed her eyes and the thundering sounds blazed up again. The screaming voices, the grasping hands of hate and harm, the self-harm and destruction, the hollowing realization of a lifetime destroyed. The girl clasped at her head, clawing at her ears, trying desperately to silence the sounds. For a moment the heart above beats faster, until dying down as the girl once more lays on the ground.

The machine of war looked down weakly. Sympathy bloomed, obstructed, and struggled by the stone of doubt and the brambled of self-hate. The bubble kept her safe from all outside, yet the trauma inside slowly consumed the once blazing blue light of the soul. The sorrowful protector and captor looked up to the highest that captivated its patron and prisoner. The black hollow husk of the being's blood-red skulled face hollowed in the bright collage.

Upon the shallowing moment's something inside the shattered defiance the seeds of hope, the grand scheme play of a dream swelled deep inside the abyssal passages of its form, the rapturous dance of dozen hidden smaller lights danced in grand scale again the three beacons that the girl whiled away the hours. The beast attempted once more to raise up, this time to fly once more for the girl kept so deep inside to cradled even one of those above, a delicate little flower to show the childlike mind keep under its wings, the faintest fragment of the world so far left behind in ash.

A strength, a desire busted through the chain of perceptions, and now the cogs of the machine hustled turning of bounteous creed to stake claims of the heavens glimmering, a lifetime's decisions away. The wings broke through the stakes hammered through the marrow and stretched hundred-year stress away to take the airs of dread underneath the ideals of an idea. A grasping claw outstretched, the light sliding through each finger, meaning faithfully to caress. The machine turned full gear until a plague strapped down it's back, a dagger sliding down the spin.

The defiant being hollowed an agony deeply felt of the fading fragments of the growing goodwill. Limp, the arm fell losing the touch of the light fading throughout stretching down the side of the bubble, the thumb catching the eye of the girl. She watched as the guardian and warden body feel coating over the bubble, it's eye now cast forward to the dead and lost planes in which it burnt. The cry silenced as the jaw hit the bubble, the mouth now closed, tongue lost. The soot crunched footsteps of another followed as the blood dripped over the clear walls.

Dressed an overshirt, split end went down the back and flowed freely in the cryptic wind. A purple tie tightened up to the neck like a noose, steel-lined boots blacked by ash. A large smile creased over the man's face, delighted and ecstatic, the only joyful soul wondering amongst the lands of death Glowing purple eyes outlined the girl's body, his gloves running over the wall of the bubble as he walked forward to face directly into the girl's face. He laughed a hearty laugh, once louder than the deafening swells of silence.

He put his hand on the bubble, one still behind him. The girl back away to the other end of the bubble, looking the fellow in his eyes. He addressed her in right now, yet called him in his own the name mistaken. For a moment a pretended look of sadness, guilt, and grief took over his face, eyes tracing the tiny dunes of sand his feet crushed. The smile yet never faulted, only dipping low upon his face as he tattled on about all the feelings and thoughts the girl wanted more than all other. The boy lifted his upwards toward the sky, now a deranged look overtook his face, swirling his fingers between each beacon up above before clenching his crushing them all in his sight, looking down back at the girl.

With great haste, his hand behind the back suddenly came down and hit the walls. A glowing blade dancing in the colors of the red, blue, and coalescing purples. The blade cracked the walls and the pushed his body upon which his lands rested. He prattled on and on, laughing gleefully making it clear that upon them all above and below, that he was the one which they all new. The poor little girl who trapped themselves in the bubble, their own manifestations of their illness, damaged done again those they knew, the demon and devil they made to torment themselves the one to hold them in their keep. A victorious roar belched from the twisted toxic mind and voice of the lad declared all the lights above of hope, dreams, and love forever belong to him for that none knew the girl before the pain and poison and none ever would.

All she would forevermore be is a name, lost in the land that captures the imagination leaving the only confusing, capped away by her beast of madness. The girl closed her eyes and feel to the plain of dreams, where the vast abyss of void could cradle away all the pain and almost certain to be truths spoken by the man in purple. Surely in the lands of empty, were not a dream or reality, hope or despair, lie or truth could remain, they'd be no pain. As for all their life should've been, there would be nothing to feel, nothing to have, nothing to know, nothing to live. There would be nothing to suffer. Just like the name that meant nothing more than the sound of a word.