I Feel, So Tired.
I feel, so tired.
Ive always thought that j was content with my socail circle. Ive a lot of acquaintances and everyone knows my name. Adults consider me charming and im more than often invited out.
Still i have no one.
Say prehaps a book that is covered in emerald green flowers lays ahead of you. Its pages bent and the spine of it ceased. This book has been pages through a few times but its beauty is retained. You would look at this book and understand that it is not a quick read merely by its thickness. Tis only when you open the book would you realise that its writting is miniature, almost requiring a magnifying glass.
Although this novel is garenteed to interest and change your life, the minor inconveniences make you flee. Leaving the book to be engulfed by ratchet vines that suffocate it.
To make the outside of the book would be the solution to making this novel more captivating. This belief in itself opposes the notion that media presents.
I am not good enough… for i can be better, as toxic as it is, it seems to be a solution nonetheless
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Maybe this is my best
you are eating me
your presence was never acknowledged,
at least i never really cared
you depicted me as an angel
gave me flowers and sweets
regardless of my public labels
you still choose me
but i never cared
until i learned that you were gone
the guilt i was now forced to bare
left me alone in desperate despair
you light was only shone
when i gathered in unknown
reminiscence comes in waves
wishing to reciprocate what you gave
sorry i could not care
now you are eating me
“Breathe. You’re going to be okay. Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before. You’ve been this uncomfortable and anxious and scared, and you’ve survived. Breathe and know that you can survive this too. These feelings can’t break you. They’re painful and debilitating, but you can sit with them and eventually, they will pass. Maybe not immediately, but sometime soon, they are going to fade and when they do, you’ll look back at this moment and laugh for having doubted your resilience. I know it feels unbearable right now, but keep breathing, again and again. This will pass. I promise it will pass.”
— Daniell Koepke
Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette
𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥
Robert Pattinson as ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴄᴜʟʟᴇɴ × Kristen Stewart as ʙᴇʟʟᴀ ꜱᴡᴀɴ (dir. Catherine Hardwicke • 2008)
the page
pushed to the margins
abandoned with blue strips
forced against red lines that corner me
once white, now scribbled on carelessly
in deep black ink that smudges me
dents through all of me
find me a way to erase
to start again and hope to be apprepiated
that i can be the writer and not the page
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It starts as a harmless poke to my shoulder. Never a serious matter for when I turn to question you, you respond with a bright smile and remind me that it is all friendly.
Your fingerprint begins to stain my shoulders and I turn to inquire your motivations. Quickly I am shut it down cause it’s nothing serious, just a nudge.
Times pass and the skin that you torment is bruising, the pain pulsates although out my body.
Your hand is tainted crimson with my ooze but still you address me with a smile, after all it’s just a nudge.
You burry your way through my skin and uncover the most fragile parts of my being. The foundation that I am built on is disrupted by your omnipotent presence that chips away at me.
I garner up the courage to question your antics as my bones begin to splinter.
But there is no body to restore me, I am spoilt beyond recovery.
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