🌟Sometimes I'm Scared Of How

☆☆ It certainly makes me nostalgic,when I know how young I was when I realized it's not easy living here, and I transcended from living to surviving.

It certainly makes me unhappy, the person I see when I look to the mirror. She disappoints me more than people.

It certainly makes me brutal, how it's me, who knows every weakness about myself, yet turns them against me. Instead of delicate consolidations it burns me, with my flaws. ☆☆

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Wondering, how the bohemian in me at times,

Want an elegance before poetry,

And most of the times,

These words keep scorching out from hell.

I hope you know,

How many people loved you so silently,

Even you didn't notice, how their breathe was

Falling upon you, like heaven's grace,

Like every blessing.

And if knew, I certainly hope

You wouldn't want to stop living this young.

💮Sometimes, it's not quite possible for you to be a healer or a pleaser everytime. It's not possible to cure or recover every broken heart. Some people are not wise enough to let the angels penetrate in their heart and cure them. you're a living being, and everyone can't possibly open their heart to you. You can't blame them either. They've got trust issues. You killing yourself can't be enough to make them trust you. Some may have never met you from your perspective, but they've met similar versions of you so they possibly won't open themselves the same way to you either. Indeed, help, as much as you're capable of, but only when you're asked to. It's not selfish.💮

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It is sad how an everlasting grief is forced upon us. We did not choose this, we were made like this. You can get out of an abusive relationship, but how do you find an out with a physically overwhelming and emotionally draining relationship with your own parents? Nobody ever wrote a guide to surviving that. And how it can crush your soul with agonising pain, a lot harder than any heartbreak or death can bring. I have mastered the art of detachment but this is the battle I do not know how to win. I feel more like a stranger to my parents than any other stranger I meet on the sidewalks.

- Ax

Me when I write a poem: Yearning for equanimity in such unavailing hour, I collapse, I despair, I weep…

Me when writing a school paper: Donating blood is important because blood is important. 

Have you ever heard the noise of silence?

Agreed

2000s emos in horror films need to make a comeback

🌸Youth fades fast, breaking me more than anything else when I realize it passed before I could feel it, and not much is left to have peace for. It feels as if I've already lived a half a part of my life in these teenage years.🌸

🍁 Acceptance isn't forceful. It's the complete admiration of who you are, and the strong will to posses nothing else other than exactly what you have.