Why Am I Still Here?
Why am I still here?
Why must I suffer?
Why must I go through this every day! When I don't want to?
Why must I live?
Why must I live with this horrendous thing inside me?
I don't know what's worse, my brain or my heart.
Sometimes I think my heart because that's where the pain is.
Sometimes I think it's my brain because that is why the pain is.
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Me running from the emotions this quote is making me feel.
-William Wordsworth
“Mai iss qadar haar jaaunga, . Tum jeet kar pachtaoge”
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Jaun Elia
August 15, 2022
12:12 AM, Bangalore, India
1946 Ferrari
My head is a hive of words that won't settle.
- Virginia Woolf
Girl with a pomegranate (detail), 1875 oil on canvas William-Adolphe Bouguereau
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here it is a collection of poems about hope and or holding on despite everything !
I Am Not Ready To Die Yet by Aracelis Girmay
A Litany for Survival by Audre Lorde
Snowdrops by Louise Glück
Most Days I Want to Live by Gabrielle Calvocoressi
Insha’Allah by Danusha Laméris
A Good Day by Kait Rokowski
Invitation by Mary Oliver
Instructions on Not Giving Up by Ada Limón
Tommorow is a Place by Sanna Wani
The World Has Need of You by Ellen Bass
Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower by Rainer Maria Rilke
To the Young Who Want to Die by Gwendolyn Brooks
Night Walk by Franz Wright
Sorrow is Not My Name by Ross Gay
Everything Is Waiting For You by David Whyte
The Letter by Linda Greg
Testify by Eve L. Ewing
Every Day as a Wide Field, Every Page by Naomi Shihab Nye
Could be worse.
— September 7, 1913 / Franz Kafka diaries
-What are you?-To define is to limit. They call me voltage. Because I've got a lot of potential, but I'm mostly negative.
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