Yelda

[yeld444]

I long to be loved not for my sweetness, but for the bitter aftertaste where my truth lies.

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I’m a museum of my abandoned passions, each corner is a reminder of who I almost became .

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To love me is to accept me, and don’t make up false versions of me in your head, maybe this is the best version I can be.

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I feel like I’m not pretty enough to be loved, and sometimes I feel like I’m pretty and that’s all they see

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I don’t want to live to prove a point, I’m alive and that should be enough.

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I’ve always felt like a bird in its cage that never wants to escape or it couldn’t escape?

“The bird doesn’t want to escape…”

That’s what they said, but how could it escape when its wings were cut?

My writing 💗

[yeld444]

“What first love feels like?”, they said

And I remained silent for a while,

I said “first love is like a warm hug you never thought you needed, first love is like a soft pain, an interesting pain, the one that kills you slowly, it’s a pure love with pure intentions, it’s when you do the things you thought you’d never do, it’s when you say things you thought you’d never say, but oh darling, oh if you’re not their first love..”

This is one of my writings it’s my first time sharing it online, please tell me your thoughts and opinions on it, it means so much to me💗

[yeld444]

Look at you

A scared little girl

Who searches for love, in broken hearts

A wounded little girl

Who sees the inner child in everyone

Look at you

A stupid teenager

Who doesn’t understand how cruel the world is

A miserable kid

Who thinks she can heal herself by helping others, but doesn’t need help for herself

Look at you

Comforting people with the words you wish you could hear.

This is one of my writings I never showed to anyone before, I really want to keep going so please give me your feedback and thoughts on it, it means a lot to me💗

[yeld444]

The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

[yeld444]

I did love you, once. You had my admiration, my care, my understanding...

I cherished you, actually.

But every time I think back on the things you did that hurt me, made me hate you, and caused my heart to splinter into pieces-certainly knowing that you weren't afraid to make me feel those emotions rather than love...

I regret every reason why I did.

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The way damaged people love…

Damaged people love you like you are a crime scene before a crime has even been committed.

They keep their running shoes besides their souls every night, one eye open in case things change whilst they sleep Their backs are always tense as though waiting to fight a sudden storm that might engulf them.

Because damaged people have already seen hell.

And damaged people understand every evil demon that exists down there, was once a kind angel before it fell.

[yeld444]

My depression was a weed-smoking fiend.

A party-animal.

A sex-machine.

Third shift Netflix binger.

Sleep avoidant.

A rebel to responsibilities.

A habitual job quitter.

My depression was fun,

Under the influence Of my own delusion..

Living a reality

Diluted by lies

I didn't realize

My joy was a façade

Depression isn't always

Deep sleep, unkempt rooms,

And grief eating

Depression loves to party too

[yeld444]

She was happy.

She lived for herself and enjoyed her

own company.

They called it loneliness,

She knew it was freedom.

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To The One Who Gave Me Trust Issues Once fractured,

my trust can't be restored to what it used to be

No amount of apologies will repair the emotional damage you inflicted onto me

It takes a lot of pain to break a heart this big

how could I ever trust you again? after so many chances and me ignoring the red flags

you still found a way to fuck it up

Like you wanted to sabotage us

Thanks to you,

when I hear I Love You

I wonder if it's real.

[yeld444]

My bones are aching with my sadness.

It feels impossible to leave my bed.

My eyes are swollen shut from all the tears I have shed.

I keep replaying our memories, over and over in my head.

My hands can no longer write,

From all the paragraphs I wrote.

My heart has sunk so deep, due to what you put me through.

I wonder if you feel this type of agony.

At times I wish you did so that you could understand me. but deep down I know it is not true, for you have already replaced me with somebody new.

[yeld444]

you are allowed to grieve

over the child you could've been…

[perfectfeelings]

“There are better days ahead for those who have put bitter days behind.”

— Louis Martin JR