Draining the toxins out, breathing the light in. Spending time with myself to find who I’ve been hiding, to find the pure me underneath these filthy rocks that have been thrown at me. It was agony to crawl out of the tsunami of anxiety, insecurities, and depression, but I bled to live. I can sense […]
Tag: poets
Stop leaning on me, I can barely keep myself up
I’m afraid of finding happiness, because I’ll never wanna go back.
The thing is I don’t wanna be like the rest, maybe that’s why he feels so disconnected to me. Material things have never mattered to me and what others have thought has never offended me. I’m in my own world where I only chase dreams not beings.
The pictures you took by mistake and deleted could be meaningful to someone else. The same goes for our journey, every step could inspire someone, keep someone from dissipating and letting go.
You’re the spring, while I’m the winter. We are spring snow.
You have to learn to be flexible because this world intends to break you.
Broken crayons still color, so this lost purpose can still be found.
I make everyone safe around me but I’m in the middle of the fire and no one tries to extinguish the pain.
When you hit rock bottom you don’t need to stay strong, you can stay down. Take a break and learn to be gentle with yourself.