Hairat hai mujai in qudrat ka faisiloo sa jaha apna hona chahiya waha paraya kaam aata hai
©startickle
#fedup
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"You are lazy"
"Do you know, its really hard for me to get up from bed sometimes."
"So stupid."
"Never, its really hard to live like this."
©thefangirl
Depression is an extremely serious mental health condition . Please understand them. -
#SELFTALK
Dear Self,
Sometimes it is better to lose
And be on the path of self-respect and righteousness
A path that's often walked alone...
You should already know,
Some people are like donkeys
Just as you can't teach a donkey to dance
You can't expect a "good" change in their behaviour...
©nitinnairwrites -
Quote #40
किसी पर भरोसा करना चाहता हूं,
पर दिल और दिमाग मानते नहीं,
और कोई बार-बार भरोसा तोड़ रहा है,
फिर भी दिल उसी पर भरोसा कर रहा है
©akku_goel -
PLEASE
He wants to join his ancestors
But it appears the actions of his blessers
Who keep praying that death, is in his case, given censors
Keep standing against the death-divisors
Who are to be, between his body and soul, the separation factors.
He has prayed to be done a mercy killing
But somehow he keeps getting a mercy-filling.
It should make him happy but on the contrary, it is grilling.
Although he is afforded more life, the troubles keep milling.
There is, to that, no stilling.
He does not know how else to say this and not sound like an ingrate
But he frankly does, this life of his, berate
And would love to have it thrown out of Earth's gate.
He pleads that the Earth would kindly confiscate.
©mrspectacular -
rachelezell27 12w
DRUM ROLL PLEASE
How are you so hard?
How are you so cold?
You know I've loved you,
but this pain is getting old.
How can you love,
with a soul that you sold?
If this is a game,
then fuck it, I fold.
Your heart runs deep,
with cruelty untold.
It's become so putrid,
it's starting to grow mold.
I have held on so tight,
but I can no longer hold.
I have seen this play out,
so let the tapes roll.
I want my heart back,
it's something you stole.
Now my chest is hollow,
with a vast empty hole.
This life with you,
has taken it's toll.
Like running the gauntlet,
at a leisurely stroll.
I'm not okay now,
I'm not entirely whole.
Will I make it or won't I?
Let's hear the drum roll.
~ Rachel G Ezell
©rachelezell27 -
risha_khan 24w
People say a lot of things , but when it comes to it they never follow through their words.
©risha_khan -
tehminbhat_ 25w
Khamosh baithe hu, ab thak chuki hu
Ab toh bas intizaar hai, waqth ka
Ab jo hoga, waqth khud faisla karega
©tehminbhat_ -
reconizerealproductionz 29w
#FEDUP #SEURR #WRITERSBLOGMEMO #NEVER STOP GOING HARD & BREAKINGG RECORDZ
#FEDUP #SEURR #WRITERSBLOGMEMO #NEVER STOP GOING HARD & BREAKINGG RECORDZ
THINKING ABOUT THIS START DATE FOR THE PROCESS OF THIS BOOK
GMMIWMDL
BASED ON TRUE FACTS ABOUT TALENT OPPORTUNITIES UNLIMITED
FROM MY SELF
“RECONIZE REAL”
YOU SHOULD BE IMPRESSED BY THIS FLAVOR IM KICKING OFF KNOWLEDGE TO CREATE OPPORTUNITIES FOR SUCCESS IN YOUR NEW LIFE IN THIS WORLD WE ARE IN LOVE PEACE AND BLESSINGS TO YOU WHO READ THIS ARTICLE ABOUT SOMETHING BLOOMING IN THE WORLD OF OPPORTUNITIES THAT WE CREATE DAILY -
brokenchalk 33w
These words are my soul deep.It looks like just a poem but this is a piece of what I feel about him after he left.
#love#life#loss#worth#time#future#revenge#breakup#words#world#quench#thirst#grave#replenish#ocean#waves#pain#sad#broken#happy#fakesmile#fedup#hate#tears#time#kill#flame#ignite#coldYou worth my loss
you are the one who had the power to mould me into anything ...
see the elegance of how dreams turned into nightmares,
you just screwed me up,
I fall over and over again from dusk till dawn
Every time I get up after I dive into your memories
I just made myself to think that I built a bit of me
At some edge, I heard the words of mysterious voice whispers
'Every time you fall down, you are attaining a step down gradually dear'
so I found that ,still you don't cease to overwhelm me
I reminisced how you craved me earlier to love you more
You wept terribly which lingers like an echo in my ear still
you scoured for the old me when you returned after a misery, I changed myself for you.
you thought you accomplished the old me
No, You structured a new ocean
where my love waves stroked the shore of you.
Now that ocean haunted with my tears
and not a speck far to replenish it with my ounce of blood.
There is no sense in filling your place with friendship
It is like giving roses when you are thirsty.
It's not a breakup if people inquire you what came about to your forever
Elucidate them this way "No one can give up intense friendship entirely for a vulnerable love,
That fool did, no one accept back such an idiot like me, she did
she is the only she, who adored me without a grain of expectation
Gave habitat in her 'already broken' heart
when the entire world was against her in denial.
But I didn't buy her heart, I hired it for five months
and after she wrapped her broken pieces with my so-called love,
I unrolled and minced it into the fluid on my senses.
I filled her voids of doubts with false hopes, trusts and desires
and abandoned her in a profound trench full
Of tears and toils right after she completed making me as her whole world..."
You didn't glimpse back after you burnt me with your words
Every time you get rid of me, I
Re-emerged with the new bitter versions
which was ready to face ur insults, ridicules, disrespects, hurts and harms
you were just obsessed with discovering flaws in an immutable society which is utterly useless,
I tried and strived and endeavoured,
You ripped me apart
gave incisions with the sword of ignorance which gave pain like hell.
My mind lapsed into shady corners
one last time, I gave you an opportunity
You set it on fire,
The ignited flame was revenge and ashes was confidence
It gave the warmth of satisfaction
which evaporated my chillness of your loss.
I heard that surviving great in front of the one who fled us is the charmingest revenge.
I want most delicious retaliation than that, so
I took off deep down of my thoughts,
I found every mine finds a way to reach you.
Every mine probe for an alliance to unlock your fence of memories,
I compiled it all, I was astounded how potent my love was...
I concluded finally, I love you,
Days, time, a new lifestyle or any god sent he
cant make me forget just an inch of feeling about you,
So I chose the sole way to revenge you is let you go
you let me go, so am I.
I decided not to be in love with you even if you are in death bed,
I don't let my love and care to breathe the air you breathe...
I assigned a path where we can't happen upon
Do you think this is not revenge?
obviously, it is the one
The coldest grave revenge which couldn't be given by anyone to you.
I can give you..because once I preferred you over me.
My future quenched the revenge thirst it
seems,
Ask your future...' Is letting me go is revenge?''
It knows...
©kiruthika -
Tired
I understand.
I am 42, I hadn't planned on getting sick or ill. a chronic immune disease. I am tired. I can't help my fatigue. Wish I could.
Tired of it thrown up in my face. People treat me like I'm ignorant now. It is nothing I can control.
I wish I could. I get treated differently by my husband, my mother and many others. I have no friends.
~
It's my husband and I, our anniversary today. And it's nothing special, so don't think that. He has been at the store for an hour and a half. Usually the longest he takes is 45 minutes.
My intuition, tells me he met Raven up there. Happy anniversary. And I'm supposed to be fine. How is that ? ( My son said the same thing. )
Bedtime it is. I will ensure I sleep the day away. He can spend the rest of the day alone.
©angels_halo_shines419 -
And now
I don't need
People
Who clap
At my success
But don't even
Talk to me
At my
Failure...
©pragya_a_dreamer -
Words left unsaid
A precursor to a lot of the things I feel are your words
I understand I'm soft and all...but these things hurt
I love you...You know that...don't take me for granted
Most times I feel the care is gone....I feel ignored and doubted
Ignore it...power through...all these have their limits
I try really... God in heaven knows I try but someday I'll lose it
Just be nicer...treat me like I treat you
Use better words...let it be the way it used to
I want to be with you but I won't be treated less than I deserve
Thrown like a puppet...kicked to the curb
All that isn't for me...I'm worth so much more
I deserve to be loved....Show me care..I want you to do MORE
Things will get better....When?
I'm patient....I hope I'm here ..then
At the end of the day I'm at fault for keeping it all to myself
Stacking the pain... gathering the hurt... putting it all on a shelf
©merkywrites -
Poison Market
You don't need to look far to find toxins.
Dripping in your water... Hiding in your furniture.
Burning your brain...Rotting your gut.
You pay for it every day, all day.
Frying your nerves...Weakening your pipes.
You are an unwilling participant in the poison market.
Don't you think it's time to get your money back?
It'll be tedious. But in the end, it'll be worth it.
©athenasdescendant -
shivangisangal 42w
Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein ye khayal aata h k dil he na hota seene mein toh dard kaha hota jeene mein koi chod bhi jaata iss jamane mein toh hum yu na rote raato mein
By-shivangisangal -
serenachapters 44w
#thoughts #fedup #life #writers #history #meaning #theend #writerstolli #writersnetwork #journey #children #hope
A mundane world filled with vulgar people, chasing after vanity, wealth and lustful pleasure
Blindly going down the devil's hole, while soulless and money hungry beings become our idols and goals
With repeated history and stories from our ancestors, Where are the heroes, warriors and brave saints,
Only brainwashed martyr on blind faith to the end controlled by one world puppeteers,
A puppet government with a puppet ruler draining the blood of the weaken poor,
Who can run will face trails of the blue blood,
While those who stay, stay doom and their children struggle and slave,
The children are our future, yet still they are abused, raped and murdered, their unforgiving minds filled with trauma,
The one's who survive become hellion's or dead faithless vessels, and with a life that's always hard, death seem peaceful and a easy way out,
But I want to survive and achieve, so I'll push and bury the mental pain,
But with all these ill- changes, diseases and corruption, I'm no longer saddened by the coming of the ArmegeddonA mundane world filled with vulgar people, chasing after vanity, wealth and lustful pleasure
Blindly going down the devil's hole, while soulless and money hungry beings become our idols and goals
With repeated history and stories from our ancestors, Where are the heroes, warriors and brave saints,
Only brainwashed martyr on blind faith to the end controlled by one world puppeteers,
A puppet government with a puppet ruler draining the blood of the weaken poor,
Who can run will face trails of the blue blood,
While those who stay, stay doom and their children struggle and slave,
The children are our future, yet still they are abused, raped and murdered, their unforgiving minds filled with trauma,
The one's who survive become hellion's or dead faithless vessels, and with a life that's always hard, death seem peaceful and a easy way out,
But I want to survive and achieve, so I'll push and bury the mental pain,
But with all these ill- changes, diseases and corruption, I'm no longer saddened by the coming of the Armegeddon
©serenachapters -
anushreesaxena_ 45w
Feelings
There might be things I do not know about
There are things I don't want to know
They might be the reason for my sadness
They are the reason for happiness
It might not be your wildest imagination
It is my reality, the person who I am, the reason after my actions
It might not make sense, but again, from when emotions have started to make sense.
The feelings have always been a mess, and I don't care if I sound selfish when I say it gives satisfaction when I look around and see that I am not the only messed up.
There are people just like me, going through crap because even if I wanted to be unique I can't handle being the only one messed up.
©anushreesaxena_ -
poornimagowda 46w
©Poornima Gowda
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mrspectacular 46w
RUN THIS FOR ME
For so long I have waited for the moment of rapture
To give me a capture.
Waited for a real smile to throng my denture
But it has been such an esture.
They say you have in your hand, my future;
Please I plead for a kind gesture,
Give this issue, a cure.
Give victory to my side, a lure.
I know I am but just manure
But for the time being that I am of the human nature
Please can my existence not stink like some pile of ordure?
Why must it look like a wasteland instead of lush pasture?
Why must it experience so many-an-ugly rupture?
It is high-time this should be given a suture
Because it has been no less than a torture.
It was meant to be a beautiful adventure
But honestly from where I stand here, it is taking the guise of a wasted venture.
You did that of others and they were not half as unfortunate,
The nasty cookie of a hold up none of them ate.
So why should mine experience such bate?
Why would you make it belate
Even to such a late date?
Don't I deserve to be elate
If yes, why all these bombshells with a plan to frustrate?
Look at me, I have been standing so long at this gate
But somehow the whole vibe to keep up the chase is almost hebetate.
My mind is at the whole situation, irate
Because it is damn too late
To still be on this plate.
I need to be sate,
There is just one thing that will assure that state
And that is when on success's table, I am found situate.
Please run for me this package
For indeed, I need a movement to the next page
Make the accolades throng in a barrage.
©mrspectacular -
anthonyhanible 47w
So Angry
I'm on fire
Upset
Fed up
It's always something
Even when it's nothing
So Angry
Punching through walls
Sitting holding myself trying to keep still
So Angry
You can see the steam coming from head
10 hrs of work
Just to come home to a problem
So Angry
I can't sleep
©hanibletheone