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"You were red and you liked me 'cause I was blue, but you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky... and you decided purple just wasn't for you" - Colors- Halsey
He aquí mi intento final de permanecer de pie cuando solo puedo ver mi descenso.
Babi PM.
getting closer with Halsey
i wish that life could feel like this again
The early nights are confusing for the soul, but the forced retirement might do me some good. We went to a dance party. We were the youngest ones there and it was beautiful watching people a decade older than me find joy in nostalgia. I loved Anora. I miss New Jersey. I have been making Christmas ornaments by hand for my future family. I have been taking care of my mother. She has good days and bad. All of this in the few moments between the work and the work and the work. Confetti shot out of a Canon once the crowd already left the building. I feel as though it was all for nothing. It’s a dry, cold, itch. Maybe I’ll hide again until a tour when the sun comes back. Maybe I won’t make a sound. Maybe I’ll sleep. Maybe I’ll choose different this time with my restart to zero, my bonus life I pulled from a box. And pull from a box with a needle every 3 weeks. Maybe maybe maybe. Maybe I fixed everything so I could do this one thing again, without realizing that one thing was what needed fixing. I am tired and I forgot how to have fun. I complain too much and I should keep it to myself, I’ve been told a lot the past few weeks. But the thing is that I can’t. I have an unrelenting ache and a never ending whine that must crank out of me like a tornado siren in the dark. That’s what’s been wrong with me the entire time, couldn’t they see? I’ve always needed to be seen to exist. But now they don’t see me, and I’m still existing. Perhaps, problem solved. Regrettably.
I don't have words. This really hits me hard. I would like to take away the pain you feel, in all the ways. Thank you for sharing your thoughts, you are heard and you are seen🙏🏻 i really believe it, at least for those of us who care about you. Never forget that. We are here for you. Love you and you mean a lot for us, never forget that too.
I would like to let you know how much i love you more than words that i put here, and I'm sure other people love you immensely in the same way. I would like this love, be the only thing that matters to you, and makes you a little bit more happy . ❤️🩹Hope you know, we are here and always be. You are seen and you are important ❗ 💐
Send you huge hugs ❤️
Raining autumn leaves 🍂.
Nunca olvides como te dieron distancia cuando necesitabas amor.
2007
Soy ese
Solo algunas veces...
Algunas veces, tengo miedo
miedo a no ser lo que me gustaría ser
miedo a no saber cómo actuar
miedo a no saber quién soy, hacia dónde voy o hacia donde ir
miedo a que no me quieran
miedo a significar nada para nada ni nadie
miedo a no ser elegida
miedo a ser lo que sigo siendo
miedo a tener miedo y no poder escapar
miedo a que todo lo que soy sea el reflejo de quién me hizo
miedo a no ser tan inteligente o tan graciosa
miedo a no ser bonita
miedo a temer todo lo que quiero
miedo a fracasarle a la vida
miedo a estar aquí y no aportar nada
miedo a intentar algo y que no salga bien
miedo a descubrir todo este dolor
las inseguridades son latentes
y aunque intente resistirme a ellas
vuelven como el polvo que acaba de ser limpiado.
Algunas veces,
algunas veces tengo miedo
y si pudiera definir algunas veces
significaría siempre.
Entré en un mar de sentimientos, así de fascinante y emocionante como quien entra al mar por primera vez
y solo le pedí al viento que los recuerdos bonitos fueran el velero para llegar hacia tí.
De pronto me encontré con mis propios tormentos y huracanes.
Mi propios caminos de piedra y de duda me llevaron a otro lugar y me perdí.
Llevo el dolor de haberte dejado allí, entre mis pensamientos y sin atreverme a hacer nada
pues creí que era lo mejor para tí, no mostrarte mis miedos, sabía que podía ahogarte en ellos.
Pensé que no te lastimaría y que no importaría si me alejaba de tí
aunque de pronto supiste que tenía razón y que eso era lo mejor.
Odio no haberte contado lo que sentía por tí, supongo que el miedo me ganó y que te llevaste una decepción.
Hay tormentas que dañan el alma.
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