MISS
Missing you
Is the cruelest thing i could do to my heart,
And maybe that's why i do it :
Its easier to hurt myself
than to love myself
©_demontone_
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_demontone_ 4w
L.O.S.T
When did i become so numb,
When did i become so lost,
Why can't i find my purpose here,
Am I the only one here, who feels this way.
Or there are more lost soul like me,
Who is surviving every single day just to find themselves.
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_demontone_ 12w
Last Kiss
The Moon was waxing as we started to bloom.
We held hands under the night sky
Making the stars our audience as we danced around.
We kissed under the full moon light
Promising our souls to each other.
Our love knew no bounds as the sky was our only limit.
We parted ways under the waning moon.
Knowing the moon and the stars would carry our story along forever.
Now when our hearts ache, we look up at the night sky and see how our love is painted across the sky shining bright.
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_demontone_ 12w
Graveyard
We destroy ourselves when we stop feeling. If you bury your feelings within you, you become a graveyard. -
_demontone_ 12w
Dark Home
But there are days when I start falling into the trap of happiness. I fall in too deep and all of a sudden a pang of sadness makes my heart ache, and it aches too much that tears start brimming in my eyes and fuck... That's the moment my mind tells me to leave the heart alone and come right back to it.
And like the blind kid lost in a carnival, I start running right back to my home of darkness. And it welcomes me with a tight warm hug.
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_demontone_ 12w
STAY
Tell me all of your lies, all of your truths.
Tell me all your sadness and blues.
Tell me all of your darkest fears and the painful memories.
Tell me about those breathless laughs and tearful sobs.
Coz I'm here baring my soul to you and you are there cowering back into the darkest of alleys.
And when you do open up, I promise I'll open my heart and take them all in.
And stay..
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_demontone_ 12w
THE UNSEEN WOUNDS
I was too blind to see the blood on your hands, for I was enchanted by the glow in your eyes.
I was too blind to even realize that the blood was mine.
You were digging into all those wounds in my soul.
The wounds, I spent years mending, in no time you ripped them back open.
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RUSH OF EMOTIONS
That moment when you just lose control over yourself completely.
Like your brain isn't functioning at all.. And all you can feel is shivers across your body.. And tears roll uncontrollablly.
Just a rush of emotions.
Not knowing the reason.. But just that you have to feel it, let it out.
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_demontone_ 40w
Mother's love
No amount of drugs or alcohol can help you to forget things. Only love can, and the purest love is your mother' love. Believe me or not but only your mother loves you selflessly.
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That feeling
I don't know what happens to me sometime. Its been a while but this feeling doesn't go. The feeling of worthlessness. I have many people who loves me, and i know they do. But this feeling doesn't go with that. It helps with the distraction but when they are not around. This feeling comes again and again. I cant control it. At this moment i push everything and ruin what makes me happy. I don't know why i feel this way. But i love writing it down. So here I'm again.
©sativagirl
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swathisuryadevara 5w
Sometimes,
The people you care about may not ask for your help.
It's not because they don't need you.
It's just that they're stuck in a place filled with hopelessness and despair.
No matter how much they wanna cry out for help, they just can't.
No matter how much they wanna tell you that they're not doing okay, they can't.
They just can't find the right words to describe what they might be going through.
That invisible feeling,
It tears them apart piece by piece, day by day.
All that indescribable pain just eats them up from the inside and they can neither speak about it nor deal with it.
Imagine how tough that is!
They wanna get better, they wanna seek for help, they wanna be happy again but it's just not under their control.
Can you even fathom how heart-wrenching that must be?
It's easier for you to think-
"How tough could it be to just 'ask' for it" right?
But the way that it literally physically hurts to process everything going on in one's mind that, asking doesn't really seem like an option.
That's when you really have to reach out.
That's when you have to put everything else aside and simply help them even if they don't want it or ask for it because you know it in your heart that they need you.
Don't give up on them when you know that they need you the most.
Don't push them further towards the edge.
That way, you'll only be leading a helpless soul towards the depths of darkness when they deserve much more than that sickening darkness.
Don't do that.
Don't be that person.
Just, try to reach out as much as you can.
That's the least you could do for the people you care about.
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Long post but try to give it a read coz everybody needs to read this. It's important that people read and understand this. I hope you'll contemplate on what I've written here. Thanks:)
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@mirakee and @writersnetwork I really hope that you read this and make sure that everybody else does too. I have never whined for attention but people really need to see this. You'll know when you read it. Thanks:)Reach out!
©swathisuryadevara -
There is sufficient light
for those who seek it.
There is immense darkness
for those who dwell in it.
Khadija Chughtai -
absent/alcoholic/abusive/narcissistic fathers
my grief has no body,
my grief has no name;
my griet has no body,
but it's still the same.
sometimes I cry,
sometimes I weep;
all of these memories,
I still keep.
I cry for what wasn't,
for what didn't exist.
I cry for your presence -
what I missed.
I missed what wasn't,
what never will be.
I missed your heart,
never to see.
you'll never see healing,
you'll never see whole.
you'll never know,
my pure, little soul.
I'm grieving an absence,
an empty place.
I'm grieving so my heart,
has peace and space.
a space to heal,
a space to grow.
a space to nourish my little soul.
my soul has a body,
my soul has a name,
my soul was wounded -
will never be the same.
©dancingfirepoetry
