Open Eyes

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[theopeneyes]

Suicide is as selfish as leaving the place that hurts you. If it pains you, you leave. It is that simple.

[tgjulieee12]

𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑮𝒐 𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒚!

𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚

𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚,

𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚

𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚

𝑴𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚—

𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆—𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒚

𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏

𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏

𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏

𝑩𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏

𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝑰 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚

𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚

[theopeneyes]

Me and the rain:

[theopeneyes]

Tell me, what problem did we solve that we didn’t create first?

[theopeneyes]

Blank Paper

Oh, the way I cherish a blank sheet of paper

And oh, the way I despise it

It does have a tempting flavor

But my words never quite fit

[theopeneyes]

Let me tell you about the colour blue

Oh yes, I want to tell stories. Stories about the silvern brightness of the moon, stories that make you imagine what the blue in the sky looks at night. I would love to elaborate every single detail, every shape of the clouds, and make up words for all the different shades of blue.

I want you to hear every miracle the wind has whispered into my ears. I want you to know how bright the light of the moon is; the way she illuminates the darkness. I want you to understand what her patterns look like in a way you were able to visualize them accurately through my words so that you could draw them on paper and color them like a mandala as I speak.

I wish you could see the stars linger behind the clouds, how they sparkle and throw their glitter upon the earth just to fill your heart with hope. I wish I was able tp explain it to you in a way you could see the same picture I’m seeing, even with your eyes closed, even when you’re not there to see it yourself.

But I don’t know the shapes of the clouds or the patterns of the moon. I don’t have names for all the different shades of blue. You need to imagine them. I can tell you the stories but you need to come up with the world.

Well, Team work makes the dream work, doesn’t it?

[theopeneyes]

Will bad things happen to me when I think they will?

[theopeneyes]

My silent song

Oh, to climb mountains in the the sky

Lean over the edge like I could fly

Feel warm sand beneath my feet

And drift through vast coral reefs

I start running, aim to run

Into a field to greet the sun

But no one hears my silent song

It’s just the anger that comes along

I scream, I shout, I cry, I yell

But nothing tears them from their spell

So in the embers of their glory

I reach the end of my heart’s story

Embittered I open my eyes

Around me, black ravens fly,

Get me out of here, I cried

As I spread my arms wide

And when I fall into the shade

My song will fade away

[terrorignitis]

So I keep it, to myself— and it hurts.

Sylvia Plath

[offeneaugen]

Am I brave?

Maybe I do know what I want. But the question that remains is: am I brave enough to change something? And I always thought | was. I always thought I was brave. But maybe what I meant was that i'm brave enough to walk into the darkness, to climb as high as I can get or to pick a spider up with my bare hands.

But am I brave enough to leave everything behind, everything I know, leave my mother, my father, my siblings, my friends. Leave the place where I grew up. Leave the place where I know everything and go to a place where I know nothing. When I think about it, l always wanted to experience new things. Experience life. In every possible kind of way. And I always thought I was made for it. But I never really encountered the sacrifices I would have to go through. I always wanted to see the world but the thought of having to leave something behind never quite crossed my mind. Whenever | will go, I will inevitably always abandon a certain part of myself, and it would be a goodbye that is irrevocable.

Every single time I would start a new chapter, the last page of the old one would be turned forever.

So, am I brave enough to follow my heart, to follow life to all its extent, am I even made for the naive dreams I myself made up? Or will I rot in my beloved comfort for the rest of existence?

[theopeneyes]

Welcome

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And welcome to my blog, this is my first post.