Abstruse one

Memory's truth, because memory has its own special kind. It selects, eliminates, alters, exaggerates, minimizes, glorifies, and vilifies also, but in the end it creates its own reality, its heterogeneous but usually coherent version of events; and no sane human being ever trusts someone else's version more than his own.To understand just one life you have to swallow the world ... do .Most of what matters in our lives takes place in our absence .Our human tragedy is that we are unable to comprehend our experience, it slips through our fingers, we can't hold on to it, and the more time passes, the harder it gets... the natural world gave us explanations to compensate for the meanings we could not grasp. The slant of the cold sunlight on a winter pine, the music of water, an oar cutting the lake and the flight of birds, the mountains' nobility , the silence of the silence. We are given life but must accept that it is unattainable and rejoice in what can be held in the eye,...

Major part of my life, I have been unhappy. I cannot explain or elaborate, nor I can write a novella as relatable as this. Depression has seemingly bared her soul. I am sure, she had her set of inhibitions and constant fights with self; but there can't be more gritty words to describe all that she experienced.  "Jonathan Safran Foer writes in Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, 'Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living. she has liberated her dark thoughts to make you believe every word of it. I began to see my symptoms as defining personality traits rather than what they were: side effects of a troubled mind. When the people in my life told me I was negative, difficult and unfriendly, I believed that was just who I was deep down inside rather than attributing it to the fact that I was in pain. I embodied my illness and my illness became who I was in my mind." Let's un-taboo depression and treat it as any oth...

When we were together, the only way I know how to describe the sense of calm in my soul is to compare it to the feeling of watching the sunset over the ocean on a summer’s evening, skin salty from the sea and sunkissed. That’s what it felt like to be with him. In the moment, it was amazing. I couldn’t believe that this part of my life was finally shifting, after so much pain and heartache, it was going to be different for me. But to be completely transparent, there were still anxieties. I wasn’t completely healed of the years of hurt I’d endured, all of the scars I’d earned and created for myself. . The uncertainties were coming from a learned fear, not an intuitive And I couldn’t fathom how something could feel so different, and end up the same.. But that wasn’t it.

I used to ask myself all kinds of questions about you. I wondered what you’d look like, if you’d have dark hair and gorgeous dark features. I wondered if you’d be tall, although you wouldn’t even have to hit 6 feet to tower above me. I often asked myself if you’d be funny. If you’d make me laugh in a kind of burn in my belly sort of way, or if I’d laugh along just because I’d like you so much. I’ve thought about conversations we’d have… and secretly I’ve had the entire back and forth dialogue between us in my own head, as I’m standing in the shower simultaneously contemplating my life choices. I’ve thought about television shows we’d watch together, and books you’d tell me to read. I thought about the way you’d say I love you, before we go to sleep at night, or how you’ll get along with my parents and I’ll adore yours. I’ve probably had thoughts about every conceivable aspect of what you’ll be like, and somehow I found it impossible to wrap my head around ever meeting y...

  The opposite of loneliness is intimacy  — the act of revealing your whole self to someone else and having them reciprocate. Intimacy is an act of love, an act of self-love, and an act of defiance all in one. It’s gritty, emotional, raw, unfiltered, unabashed, unpretentious and unguarded. It’s more than talking about things together. It’s being and becoming about things together. For what are we in this world if not connectable, interlocking parts? What is this joy, suffering, talent and wisdom, if not to be shared and imparted? How much has gone wasted or unremedied ,We worship, learn, aid, sing, watch, call, visit, fuck, create, talk, love, try, read and write to bring ourselves closer. To make whole what we lack in the emptiness of loneliness. Each deeper connection creates deeper character, with more room to grow, more to lose and more to become. A heart unbroken is a life unwagered. A dream undashed is a life unlived. To play safe, to pla...

How to *really* know you’re in love Because most of “the signs” they tell you are  garbage If you try to Google “how to know you’re in love,” you’re gonna have a bad time Because it’s mostly shit advice. Here’s a small sampling: “They’re always on your mind” This is infatuation. If someone’s “always” on your mind, you’re not focused on other Really Important Things. And that’s a problem. Real love  fits into  real life, rather than usurping it. It’s calm, not overwhelming. “You crave them” or “can’t get enough of them” See above. “They’re your ‘everything’” Ditto. “You see them in your future” “When I imagined my future job/location/adopted dog, they were always in the background of my imagination helping me out with whatever I was doing. My future just didn’t really make sense without them around.” Well, I mean,  damn . You fantasize long and hard enough, you can   see  anything  in your future — like I c...

“Listen Life, I know that everyone says that you are a bitch and maybe that is true. But listen to me, you are not going to control me! I am taking a pledge right now and I am deciding that I will be in control of you! You can try to knock me down, you can throw tons of challenges my way, go ahead, but I will be the one in control of how I deal with all of that! I will be the one that gets back up right after you’re done pushing me down. I will be the one that will face the challenges you throw my way. I will be the one doing all of that and a whole lot more! So by all means, be a bitch if that is what you want to be! But know that I am a fighter and no matter what, I will be fighting for what I believe in and I will be fighting for my own happiness which I am going to get no matter what!”

Society breaks us down. We try to fit in instead of standing out. We try to be what we think others want to see, or what we see on the tv. But you are what you are. Your spirit is what it is, and that “is” is everything. Don't paint your wool white if you're the black sheep in the room. Be braver than that and let your differences make the difference.

But true love is not real Unless it is returned. That is too sad for me to accept Life is too cruel If we cease to believe in love, Why would we want to live ? She loves blindly and recklessly, Even if it consumes her Smiling doesn't always mean you're happy. Sometimes it simple means that you're a strong person.

this is a letter to you. i still remember you, as much as i don’t want to, as many times as i write down that today is a new beginning and i don't need to think about you, you somehow, someway, find a way to creep into the smallest of my thoughts. and sometimes i make nothing of it, i disregard the thought and brush it off like it never happened, like i never saw you in my conscience, like your name name never graced the tip of my tongue. but other time it leaves me in deeper thought, questioning why i cannot seem to let you go no mater how distant we have grown and whatever resentment, if any, lies between us did little to change whatever perception you attain my head, or even my heart. so no this is not me wanting everything back, for us to do and dive into the avenue of memories and parade across false glances of running back to everything that hurt us. this is me trying to figure out why you are here in my mind, why i can never seem to completely forget you like everyone and e...

Your heart looks for healing Within smiles that have sorrow dancing in the words they gift you. You fall for words which falls for hurt which then both falling makes things worse and maybe you can fall for what's worth, but have you ever understood what it means to fall and how you've always been falling since birth? We fall for hope, for promises, for what we want and what we become, and to fall means to leave ourselves vulnerable to the clutches of this world, to leave our sanity on display, shop window, please come rob me, my heart is in my hands and thus my alarms are disabled, to fall means to drawn and drowning means death. in essence, We in” ourselves when we chose to love. And it’s not as disturbing as it sounds, as depressing as it sounds, though love has its tendency to make us attach ourselves to those emotions, but we destroy who we were and we change, And we all hate to admit it but love does change us. Maybe physically or mentally or even spiritually, we all al...

My lungs not only breathe air, when you are around. They breathe in your presence, and nectar in our talks.

If you thirst for a love that will drown all of the doubts growing in your soul and the fear vacationing in your mind, You must never settle. for someone who lacks passion m their eyes when they stare at you.

I don't know where to start or, when to stop breaking. It has always been just breaking. I have never known healing.

Nights aren't always long and hard. Sometimes our minds are enough to make them appear so. ...

This is a complete myth. Thoughts such as these actually hurt more than they help people who are assaulted. The damage done when someone is raped cannot be undone.While different forms of sexual assault are not worse than others and should not be compared, it is an agonising experience to constantly see your rapist, share a lived space with them and even remain in a relationship with them. The way people think of rape and sexual assault (within a process that is fuelled by  rape culture ) is that the rapist is a stranger and that there must be proof of the violence: bruises, scratches, tears, physical pain. Yet, rape does not have to tick boxes to qualify it as such. The trauma that follows is the same whether or not you had had sex with the person before. Whether you had engaged in kinky sex with the person before. Whether they were a relative or a friend. Whether the person bought you a drink, or you had been out with friends, or you went home with them. The trauma re...

there was nothing romantic about our lost love. it was a tragedy. i‘m still trying to recover from what is left of you. Tell me the color of your pain, and I’ll mix it in a palette with mine, to create a masterpiece of our own, one that only we understand. You call them blemishes Patchwork skin Formed from marks and spots and scars But what happens When you step back What happens When you view the whole Can you not picture the constellations Can you not see That your body is not Stained With imperfections But Embellished

I wrapped myself In thorns And then hated everyone Who tried to touch me .I no longer know if it’s your voice I keep hearing, or if it’s even your scent that still clings to my skin. Maybe you’re now more fantasy than memory. just a collection of wants I poured into a man. I’ve already watched you go. Made plans. Prepared my heart. I know how to deal with the leaving. It’s the staying I’m not ready for.

Talking isn't working let's try out therapy, try explain to my family before they yell at me. How can I give hope when I’m left so hopeless, how can you expect me to smoke less? I’m not blaming those around me no not at all, how can I blame the tragedies around me for the reason I fall. It's me and only me to blame, frankly l’ve just gone insane. I see the way loved ones look down on me and how this lost feeling surrounds me, like there’s this bubble of problems around me. If you're still breathing you're the lucky one, because all my feelings are bloody gone, lost away in a bloody song, signing lyrics that are bloody wrong. Maybe I've said enough or maybe ever too much. Maybe this was never the answer to your question or love. But this is all my heart can scribe, all the ways to tell you that sadly I’m not always alright. And if you ask me I'll ask you too, you ask about me but never ask about you. I'll tell you all is good and life is a journey I’m ...

my skin feels like the sun rebirthing my hairlike the oceans roaring to the winds in subtle defiance my fingers point to the skies my eyes twinkle ‘ brighter that the stars how am i any less than magic look at me here stirring the milky way with a straw . struggling with meteors tangled in my hair

i want to crack open the ink stained moon and stir the clouds astray i want to weave spring with autumn so there is nothing too dark or grey i want to balance the sunbeams on my forehead and store smoke in a jar i want to swing in the skies hopping through mountains as my feet still caress the grass i am a greedy little lover i want more of the world than the world can offer i want the sun with the stars

Imagine feeling ever so helpless that you can't even help those closest to you, and everywhere you look everyone looks so broken to you and not a single word spoken to you, it’s all just fucking emotion to you. I got way too many feels, that’s my problem, I just want everything so real and you can't have that if you want to heal. I just feel to light one and inhale, these echoes just keep increasing and they aren’t even drawn to scale. Maybe you can see it in my eyes the way they’re slowly giving up, no more cheek to cheek smile giving love, | wish I could say I made it, but I'm dropping deep down, I’m stuck in my basement. I wish I could explain but you can't even see it, you can’t break like me until you be it. Just with every passing days there‘s another reason, as thought happiness is a crime and that crime is treason, people breaking all around me and left bleeding, where was I when it was you that was needing? And that's my problem because...

you just wasted all my time, all this effort in making you mine. playing games with my mind, more lies than ’i'm fine’. crazy what we give and what we're given, can’t even tell you that you’re forgiven, i just need you to listen. who do you belong to? who do you sing these songs to? who you did this wrong to? | wish i had answers to your self inflicted questions, wish i had prevalence in all your mentions all these feelings, words with no meanings. i don't need your self induced sympathy, no need to break hearts don’t need you sin for me, nor those half hearted apologies, excuses as to how this was some self created prophecy, blaming me but that was never me, failed arguments of how this bettered me. nights go by and we grow a little stronger, they say the heart grows fond when the absence is longer, but maybe the heart grows a bond when you let go off holding on too much, labelling it as love when it's all too much. we truly ignore those who love us and lo...

and to be honest it’s difficult to live everyday happy, happy starts to feel like a chore, it drags on your tired eyes and charming speech. the grey of the skies and the white clouds leave you drained, as though you're dragging your smile across heavy chains and your legs give in, the sad songs flood in and suddenly you’re in your bed again, head under the covers, weeping your eyes out. and not everyday will be a good day, not everyday will be perfect. you’ll be burdened with days you won't want to speak to anyone when nothing is wrong, you’ll cry tears of nothingness and shut the world just so you can hear your thoughts. those days come and go, like every sadness that comes.

do you see how she's stuck in her daydream? as though she's slowly waiting, sweet memories she's creating and that solemn smile she's faking. the way she carved stories into her notebook that only her eyes can see, she has this brokenness that only i can see. she keeps to herself doesn't speak much, head glued to the ground it‘s never up. arms folded and notepad clutched, you're the type who deserves some love. woolly jumpers to cover her arms, dry lips and eyes scattered with harm. she doesn't want to go outside, she doesn't want to go outside tonight. she has friends but no one to talk to, destinations but no one to walk to. never been in love but read the stories it's bled, wonders why anyone sane would chase love when it leads to an end. she's delicate and soft spoken with a chest full of thoughts, but she's silenced every time she taught to talk. soft girl who’s heart broke years before, when family problems left her with hope no more. ...

Sometimes you meet a person and you wonder why you didn't meet them years and years before, you ask them where they have been hiding all your life. And often you don‘t expect these people to have a lasting impact, you don’t expect your friendship to grow and for you to grow a fondness about that person, an appreciation of their character and personality. And it's rare to meet people who make you happy as soon as you start talking to them, like a long long friend from the life before, it's everything to finally meet them again, for your souls to reunite after being apart for so long. And when you meet people like that you don't let them go so easily, you have to fight for them, you can't let people who mean the world to you become strangers again, no matter how difficult it is. And the most beautiful part is that these people aren't always lovers, they come as friends, giving you hope in your dark days and laughter when your soul needs it. Appreciate them, cheri...

for every broken heart. you will heal, you will learn to love and trust again, your heart will find another home and this time you'll learn how to stay, and it won't hurt as much as it did this time. i know everything hurts and it feels as though nothing will ever be okay, you have so many questions but quieten those thoughts inside your head and the worries inside your heart, reassure yourself, because it's true, that everything will be okay. you're human. you're designed to hurt, you were built to get your heart broken but every heart break leads to less heart ache and more love, more self love and more lessons learnt. there’s a couple billion hearts out there, and of them is perfectly designed for you, so open your eyes and see the world for the beauty it is, don't let the world bring you down, we all somehow survive, i promise.

Often we find that after being happy for so long something always seems to go wrong. And suddenly when you are happy and everything is going right, you’re struck with this fear that something terrible will happen and you'll never get th chance to enjoy your happiness. But remember the misfortune you face is another lesson, it's here to remind you what happiness feels like and to truly appreciate it. We all need reminders, we all need lessons just so we don't lose ourselves in our happiness, to become so engrossed within it that we forget ourselves. Life is ups and downs and as soon as that misfortune passes, your happiness will come running back to you, it's a cycle of good times and bad times and everything comes with it's perfect timing. And remember, a bad time isn’t necessarily a bad time if it betters you.

Healing isn’t easy. It takes days where you fall of trail and lose your purpose to even begin this journey which isn’t really a journey, it's a collection of days where things gradually get better and you finally decide you're okay. It's messy, it's hard days and easy days, it‘s feeling like you've accomplished nothing and then seeing how far you've come. And l guess the main thing is to just keep going, even when everything doesn’t feel okay, just keep moving forward as the days go past, you'd be surprised how much time does for you.

To your suicidal heart. not everything lasts forever. and this sadness will not destroy you, just like all the times before you will brave this storm and come out a little battered with your heart tired but stronger, and so much wiser. time will pass and you will heal, you will learn answers for which you never could find the question to ask and lessons which will last a lifetime. good days are coming, your good times are coming. hold on, for another day, for one last time, don’t break so soon for all those who love you and for all those who need you. you are needed and you are special, you are beautiful and ever so loved. life changes so fast, and we don't know what tomorrow brings, so don't let go, not just yet.

pale eyes and sad face, same cries in the same place,you got eye bags so swollen and a smile so broken, girl who stays quiet, who's happiness was stolen. you carry half a heart and tears aching to fall, how can you ever pick yourself up when you've given your all? you‘ve got a shy voice but a sweet nature, been blessed by the creator, but the creation has only hurt you, but i guess it can always be worse too. you hurriedly walk the empty roads, rush to your home in a world so alone, in a world so cold,everyday seems to drag longer than the one before, and some days you don't have time for anymore. it's everyday drama at home with the shouting and screaming, writing down everything that seems to be bleeding, it's hope you're needing and despair you're feeling. to the girl with the smile that was lost, and whose name was forgot, the one who doesn't know where she belongs, and every right becomes a wrong. hold your heart right next to Your chest, and close ...

One thing I've realised is that time goes so fast. Before we start a thing, it's over. Before we actually get to live life, it's over. Your school year is going to be over, you’re gonna finish college, university, move to a new job, move home, life is forever going to be changing and new things are going to come as old things end. And I guess you have to make the most of everything because it's only afterwards we truly understand their significance, when we look back at past memories and laugh, wishing we could re-live it all again. Hold onto today and despite everything going on, appreciate it, actually live and breathe it for there will never be another today.

I searched for you in every midnight prayer and every singie star that graced the post sunset night sky, giittered with grey clouds but how it shines so calmly, so alone yet so mesmerising. And when i find you, after asking the night sky it your heart is okay and placing your worries into my own, i never take a singie breath without thanking the creator for guiding me to you.

I truly believe to be mentally strong you have to train your mind, the way we become physically strong. To let go off habits such as junk food and being lazy and adopt exercise and a strict diet regime to become healthy, it's the same with your mental well-being. You have to let go off habits such as overthinking and living in the past and adopt positive thinking and hope, to channel all your negative energy into making the future a better place for you and your mind. And it’s not easy, it takes time, but it's possible. With time you learn to change your mindset, a no becomes a maybe and then eventually a yes 80% everytime you feel like giving up, eventually you'll half believe that you can pull through and with the right type of training, which is only possible through more difficulties, you'll find you'll keep that belief to get through anything. To become strong you have to break and build more than you were before, it‘s a journey.

my mother once told me that there is beauty in our tears, that there is hope in our defeat and that there is wisdom in our hurt. and i never truly understood it until now. you see, when you cry, you cry because something meaningful hurt you, some worth loving hurt you and your heart was kind enough to let you cry, there is beauty in those tears for there is love in them. defeat kills, losing something or someone or when things don't go your way, it hurts because once you believe that those things were never meant for you, it’s hope, it’s hope that something else is written for your heart and that is yet to come. and finally, when you hurt, you learn, you come to realisations about yourself and other people, without hurting you won't realise what being okay feels like. so search for lessons, search for what life is really trying to teach and tell you, you'd be surprised.

Don't cry because he told you. That his love has slipped away. Became I once knew a boy. Who watched the sun rise every day. One morning i sat with him. Wrapped entirely in my awe. But he said he'd viewed on many Six a.m. was all he saw. And you're a brilliant sunrise, With your darknes-breaking light. But i know  that he's forgotten. Life without you is just light. He cannot see your beauty. Since he's taken it for granted. But that doesn't mean it's failed To leave the rest of us enchanted. You deserve the love of more, Who'll watch you rise over again. And may they never come to see you. As another six am.

“It’s a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent. You never get tired of watching it. And no matter how rough the waves get, you’re never bothered by the noise the water makes by the commotion of the surface it never seems too loud, or too wild.”

“I think it’s a beautiful thing to just sit down, stare into space and drown in your own thoughts reflecting on your day reminding yourself of your aspirations thinking about how to get there or even wondering about the little things like the ones that make you happy or the things that made you cry the things that inspire and motivate you to do better I think it’s a beautiful thing and so soothing to the soul to just sit down and think”

“There are two types of beauty. The one that smacks you across the face and is plastered on magazine covers. And then there's the type that grows on you. The one you don't expect. The one that poets and authors write about, the eternal kind."

It’s the little things Like you standing next to me The cheeky look you give me from across the room When you randomly call just to hear my voice When you laugh at my jokes When you pull me in closer When you text me good morning When you want to watch a movie with me One of my favorite things in the world is just spending time With you In a world that has so much chaos You choose to love me through the chaos Thank you

"I hope I never get tired of the night sky, of thunderstorms, of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee. I hope I never grow to be someone who can no longer see the small beautiful things."

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to suvive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm was all about.”

and one day, you will understand how some people feel familiar the moment you meet them. . . as if your souls have met many years ago and they pick up right where they left off. and one day, out of the blue, someone will run up to you and tell you. . . "I have been waiting for you and I have missed you for so long."

“As a writer, if someone falls in love with my work, I know they have fallen in love with my mind. Having no idea what my face looks like, they chose my mind. Art may be the only place a woman can be whole without being seen.”

“We are all just a car crash, a diagnosis, an unexpected phone call, a newfound love, or a broken heart away from becoming a completely different person. How beautifully fragile are we that so many things can take but a moment to alter who we are for forever?”

"She doesn't speak too much but she leads the most intelligent conversations. She is a thinker. She has her coffee and books and music. She has her style. There 's something so deep in her eyes. That's why everybody stares at her. She has a beautiful soul. She has a power and she is not afraid to be different. She is the art. "

“Have you ever read something that killed you inside? Like a text message or someone‘s status. Everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didn‘t want to read. Or you found out something you were better off not knowing. It's almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. But you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself."

The Break I am not trying to fix something that is broken and neither am I trying to pretend that there is nothing wrong. All I want is to show you, that the person you once loved is still here, and will always be here, even if it breaks me.

“It's the days when I just really feel like holding someone's hand that l miss you. lt's the days i want to talk for ages about nothing in particular. It's the days i want to tell you about my favourite book and it‘s the days i want to lie on your chest as you read it aloud to me. Because when someone so constant suddenly disappears out of your life you don't just get used to it. I'll admit, some days I barely notice, sometimes that lasts for months. But some days I swear your absence could fill an empty room. and nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it. I ache for you sometimes. I ache for our conversations, l ache for your boring brown eyes, i ache for your skin pressed against mine and your breath on my neck. I want my lips to trace every inch of your body and i want your hands to trace every inch of mine."

You love the danger in him. His bad side tempts the good in you to see the cheap thrills of life. I understand...but the unfortunate thing is that the had also chokes the good in you. It blurs the line between love and hate for you. When he hates you, you love him and when you love him, you hate yourself.

The most intense battle is the one that we must fight with our own minds; how scary a thought it is that our strongest weapon can so easily, turn against us they say that you should know  your enemy they never told me it would be an inch deep within my own head.

never apologize for laughter thats too loud or singing thats too joyful; never be ashamed for chasing after stars. if your heart is in the right place, take that risk. take your life back from scripted hands, and compose your own melody. concrete can be turned to gold with the right perspective.

she asked me with anxiety in her voice "will you love me even on my bad days ?" it took all i had to stand as tall as the man i am, without falling anymore for the beauty that was in front of me ! “yes, sweetheart, i will love you even on your bad days. for there was a time when we didn't have any days to speak of now that we have had them, i want more for the rest of my life. i need our days. you are the breath i take in."

No one tells you what happens as you get older. As time goes on you get bolder. What about during those teenage years? When all you're trying to do is grasp those world affairs. They teach you all this shit in school but don't teach you the main and simple rules. That sick minded people will try and touch you up. You're taught to shout for fire not help, yet in that moment you can't let out a yelp. The innocent beauty is lost at such a young age, it mentally holds you for life in rage. Teach your boys how to treat women. Imagine your daughters having to go through this over and over again. If we don't change society now we never will. It's our girls that have to suffer the repercussions over that one guys thrill.

Not everyone is suffering loudly. But we are all in pain. So be a little more kind towards the quiet ones. For their pain has no sound.

She had nothing but a pure heart to love with She kept to herself and focused on her own work Her priorities were straight in the sense that independent success was always on her mind She prioritized her work and kept to herself When she loved, she loved hard Maybe she was too much because she loved ”too much‘

sweetgirl, get settled. settled into this season of who you are. settled into the storms that may arise. settled into the flowers that will bloom. get settled. the only settling that need not occur is settling for anything for everything that brings you less than what you deserve.

“you should see the way she talks about you. she never stops smiling. even if you hurt her... she still talks about you as if you loved her. She compliments you for no reason. and she defends you relentlessly. and sometimes, i wonder how someone can still be able to hope and wish for someone like you to come back when you’ve already moved on  to still have as much respect for you as if you didn't put her through all that pain and hurt. You should see the way she admires you, but you don't see her, you never do. you don't know what she would do for you. but i think that it‘s best this way, for her not to know the real you, because you don’t deserve her; you don’t deserve to even get close to a heart like hers."

She was fighting million battles within herself I wish if you only understand How many death, Open wounds, Broken dreams, Shattered hopes And endless sighs She is carrying within her skin .

"You've come to a point in life where you just want to break down. You want to sob till you're clutching your ribcage gasping for air. you want countless tears to flow down your cheeks. you want to break down so that the ache in your chest Finally subsides. Because right now your thoughts feel like a tornado spinning around inside your head driving you insane, and your emotions a deep ocean that your drowing in. I know the feeling all too well. it's like you’re trapped in this darkness and you're screaming for help at the top of your lungs but nobody seems to hear you. or maybe they can but they‘re afraid that you'll drag them down with you, and you feel the same way too. You feel sad. angry and frustrated for letting your demons control you but it's not like you're not trying to fight them because you are. you're trying so damn hard. But someone once told me that in life you have to let yourself shatter and break apart even if that means laying on ...

She came home today with the weight of the world on her shoulders, because this is what life feels like when you get a little older. She started to cry, and I felt my heart ache, because I feel her tears in my soul, they fold and they break. She told me lately she’s been scared about finding her purpose in each day. Sol put my arms around her and asked her to listen carefully to what I had to say. I told her life is not meant to be easy, and things won’t always go our way, but our purpose still remains, even after our hardest day. And I wanted to remind her that she was strong and brave and true, so I told her if anyone can achieve greatness, it’s you.

You think you know me but you don’t. How do you supposedly know me, when i don’t even fully know myself? I know my capabilities and i know my worth, but sometimes i surprise myself. I have done things that i am not proud of. And although i cannot right my wrongs, i can improve my future. I have achieved many things i never thought were possible. I am still learning to love myself. l am still learning new things about myself. And for as long as l have breath, my story remains under construction. I am a good woman, not an angel... of course, i sin too. But yet, still, with all of the setbacks, the comebacks, the rejections, and the achievements, i am proud of the woman i am becoming.

"sometimes home can be another person " Loving you was like going to war I never came back the same. I don't remember falling i n love with you. I just remember holding your hand realizing how much it was going to hurt when I would have to let it go. I am jealous of people who get to see you everyday. "In a room full of art, I'd still stare at you" The world is ugly but you're beautiful to me... One person and thousand Feelings and words "And their is big part of me that wishes I never met you .I preferred the emptiness in me when I didn't knew it was there" Have you really moved on or you just get used to pain?

What’s the reason behind the insomania that’s happening almost each and every day  This question was haunting my mind every single second. Is this the anxiety of having great travelling experiences to the best corners of the country,  or its the excitement of winning close matches for my team by breaking the stumps. A deep analysis which was going on with my pacified breathes and heartbeats. There was something that still haunts the deepest trenches of my heart and mind, something that is scratching the wounds and something which I can feel but can’t touch.  IT IS YOU !!! The ghosts of pasts or the expectations of future are just nothing but the brainchild of our own inner self, and its just the matter of choice to whom we prefer to give our time and energy. But in midst of all these thoughts one thing is slipping and skipping out from our range, that is  PRESENT.  The most beautiful gift we have is to utilise the gift or the present, what mother na...

When you’re up against a trouble,  Meet it squarely, face to face;  Lift your chin and set your shoulders,  Plant your feet and take a brace.  When it’s vain to try to dodge it,  Do the best that you can do;  You may fail, but you may conquer,  See it through!  Black may be the clouds about you  And your future may seem grim,  But don’t let your nerve desert you;  Keep yourself in fighting trim.  If the worst is bound to happen,  Spite of all that you can do,  Running from it will not save you,  See it through!  Even hope may seem but futile,  When with troubles you’re beset,  But remember you are facing  Just what other men have met.  You may fail, but fall still fighting;  Don’t give up, whatever you do.

First impressions can be strong About those we see around. Yet how often are they wrong? That is the truth I've found. Not all who cry are weak. Not everyone who looks can see. Not all who are quiet are meek. Not all who nod agree. Not all who snarl are cruel. Not everyone generous is just. Not everyone clumsy is a fool. Not all who wander are lost. We never know people's character. In just a single instance. We never know who people are By judging from a distance. But whether we like it or not, We'll always be around people. Is it better to know a few people a lot Or a lot of people a little? I'd rather know a few people a lot Than a lot of people a little.

I want to cry I want to scream I want to tell you mostly I hate that I'm so afraid of everything I hate that you're the one thing I want the most but can't have I hate that you let me go before I got even got to say goodbye I wish that you would come back to me I wish I were strong enough to say no to you I wish I could believe my own lies I use to cover up the pain you left I need to move on, says my head I need to hold on, says my heart I need to decide, says my mind I envy the way this hasn't hurt you at all I envy her I envy the fact you don't understand what this feels like at all I want to hurt you I want to be with you I want this nightmare to be over I wish I could make things how they were before you I wish I could change time I wish I could change you I wish I could have hurt you before you hurt me I wish I would have given you the letter when I wanted  I need you out of my thoughts I need you out of my heart I need to start doing ...

I want to be your favorite hello, And I want to be your hardest goodbye. I want to be the one who never makes you cry, The one who puts that sparkle in your eye. I want to be the one you trust, And I want to be the one you can tell all your secrets to. I want to be the one always by your side, The one you're stuck to like glue. I want to be the one who makes you happy, And I want to be the one who makes you smile. I want to be the one waiting for you as you're walking down the aisle, The one to whom you'd say, "For you I'd walk a thousand miles." I want to be the one you truly love, And I want to be the one who fills your heart. I want to be the one who's always there to hold you in the dark, The one who loved you from the very start

Nobody knows how different I am The outside of me is not afraid Not full of pain, or even ashamed I smile and all of those ignorant fools believe Of course nothing could be wrong with me My eyes are dry, I do not shed year's I laugh and talk and play along Keep on existing as if nothings wrong Nobody knows how different I am The inside of me is hollow and empty Do not fret , for I do not want your pity I'm tattered and broken beyond repair My heart is crumbling and full of despair I'm bloodied and beaten and not really living I just go through the motions and continue existing I'm scared and lost, clueless as can be Is there no one out there to help me Nobody knows how different I am And that will never change

She's a soft cool rain on a hot summer's day. She makes all laugh with the funny things she has to say. She's the beat of hearts She's the sun and the wind, and autumn's golden leaves. She's the pride She's that warm feeling I get, when I remember tucking her in at night. She is homework and sports, and a busy social life. She has this beautiful smile that could light the darkest night. She is the scared feeling I have when she stays out late. Or the feeling that I am losing her She's the mixed emotions I have, I hope the man that steals her heart, will treat her like a queen. Because she deserves so much more, than a man that treats her mean.

She gave life. She is a wife. She is a mother and she is a friend. She is a sister, a survivor till the end. Appreciate her, we don't dare. Ask her worries, we don't care. Wipe away her tears, they are invisible as air. She works, cooks, and cleans. She laughs, helps comfort, and hides her pain. When you struggle, she pulls you through. All this is her, and what do we do? Complain and create a mess, Provide stress and leave her feeling depressed, Push her away and ignore her advice, Tell her she is nothing without thinking twice. She was raped tortured and abused. Told she was nothing and would always be used, Just for pleasure, forget her pain. She swallows her pride, put her feelings aside. Does as you need in order for you to be free. Ignores your ignorance and tolerates your flaws. You call her names, but She answers with pride, dignity, and a complete loss of self. You call her nothing. I call her Strong, Smart, Sensual, Caring, Giving, Surviving...

You may see me struggle,  but you won't see me fall.  Regardless if I'm weak or not,  I'm going to stand tall.  Everyone says life is easy,  but truly living it is not. Times get hard,  people struggle and constantly get put on the spot.  I'm going to wear the biggest smile,  even though I want to cry.  I'm going to fight to live, even though I'm destined to die.  And even though it's hard  and I may struggle through it all, you may see me struggle... but you will NEVER see me fall.

While you weren't here I cried every night. A million tears fell Still my heart wasn't right. While you weren't here I did what I could, Hoping against hope My decisions were good. While you weren't here I gained some in age. Things just went on And life turned a page. While you weren't here I just tried to go on, Knowing what didn't kill me Would only make me strong. While you weren't here A whole lot got changed. My life became different, My world rearranged. While you weren't here I had to learn to be alone, To stand on my two feet, To make my own home So that's where I am now, At this stage of my life, Still scared and alone, Still coping with strife. And oh how I wish that Things could be different, That I could go back To a time in the past, To a time before You weren't here.

Because I know who I am, I'm at ease and free. I can't be like others, And they can't be me. I've got fading scars, An unusual physique, But it all works together To make me unique. I've got hidden strengths, Some obvious flaws. Still I am who I am, For better for worse. I don't have to blend in; I won't live a lie. I can't please everyone; I won't even try. Some call me proud; Others stare at me in alarm. But I'm not one to bother, Because I know who I am.

The Years have passed by, In the blink of an eye, Moments of sadness, And joy have flown by. People I loved, Have come and have gone, But the world never stopped, And we all carried on. Life wasn't easy, And the struggles were there, Filled with times that it mattered, Times I just didn't care. I stood on my own, And I still found my way, Through some nights filled with tears, And the dawn of new days. And now with old age, It's become very clear, Things I once found important, Were not why I was here. And how many things, That I managed to buy, Were never what made me, Feel better inside. And the worries and fears, That plagued me each day, In the end of it all, Would just fade away. But how much I reached out, To others when needed, Would be the true measure, Of how I succeeded. And how much I shared, Of my soul and my heart, Would ultimately be, What set me apart. And what's really important, Is my opinion of me, And whether or n...

My basketball represents Much more than what is shown. Though to the eye of others It's not something that is known. The round shape is a circle, That means never giving in. A circle is forever, So I'll work until i win. The bumps along the ball, Stand for weakness all combined. Each little nook stands for the pain That I have left behind. So when you see my basketball, Do you think it through? It means so much more to me Than it ever could to you. The crowd calls my name Last shot of the game 3 seconds on the clock I haven't even passed the half court line There's no way I can make it from here But my team is way too far behind I have to take the shot, that much is clear I manage to fake the defender out I get the ball into the air I hear my  teammates shout It might just make it there I shake the other player's hands After all, we only played for fun Before that shot we were down by two But now we are up by one

Life is sometimes like a basketball game. Everything you need to make a shot is there The rims to guide the ball in the board as a platform for those shots that seem to be going in behind to get back in Essentially, all you need to do is just to take that shot; Practise on precision and learn to make use of what's available in your environment. Do not overlook anything at all.

Troublesome love . . . will not let you sleep . . . Sort of like a basketball game . . .  Questions are bounced mad and furiously against the hard wood floor with only more questions bouncing back . Meanwhile someone is trying to steal your dreams causing you to twist and turn distorting your image . And you fight your way down the court of life and toss your hopes and dreams into the air 

Imagine yourself Alone in your head. You're hanging, dangling From a silver thread. Empty, alone With the monsters within. Internally screaming, You just want to give in. Now imagine that's you Every day, every hour. Forever sinking Like a wilting flower. And you try to tell your mom, But they say you're being silly, You've just got to move on. You think that there's none Who knows how you feel. You're just so alone, But the feelings- they're real. Useless, Neglected, Forgotten, Distressed. Alone, Afraid, But mostly Depressed. And you're friends, They must not care, Your thoughts whisper, The lies in your brain. You can't escape it, Trapped in your own skin. But you mask it with a grin. You hate what you feel, So instead you feel nothing. Your insides are numb, Your confidence crumbling And the people around you Shout abuse your way. "You're hurting yourself, stop it!" That's all they ever sa...

Of course I'm fine, why do you ask? Oh, don't mind this, it's just my mask. It hides the grief, it hides the strife. I wear this mask to escape the knife. Don't forget this, my pain is real. I'm not lying, this is how I feel. You sit there saying it can't be true. It is for me, just not for you. You say my heart must be a sight, Cold as ice and black as night. It's not my heart, only my soul, But killing me must be your goal. You're getting close, I hope you know. You really don't have far to go. Soon enough I'll reach my end. You'll have my soul to tear and rend. But you don't know, you never ask. You never look beyond the mask. The look on my face is giving me away. I wonder now, what you will say? You've asked me here; you'll know now. I can't do it now, tell you the truth. I must keep up my pretense of youth. "Of course I'm fine, why do you ask? Oh, don't mind this, it's just my...

Never did I ever, Think I would fall; As hard as I did, if not at all. Never did I ever, Think I would feel; These feelings of worry, love, and fear. Never did I ever; Believe I could be; With you to complete a more beautiful me. Never did I ever; Wish this much, To kiss your lips and feel your touch. Never did I ever; Imagine this day, When you looked me in the eyes and told me you'd stay. That I'd trust you with all the secrets I'd share. Never did I ever; Think we would fight, Screaming and arguing till the end of the night. Never did I ever; Think I'd feel this pain, My world filled with sorrow, trouble, and rain. Never did I ever, Think you'd be so cruel, I guess I really was a fool. Never did I ever, Think our relationship would feel wrong, Like a high singer in a low pitch song. Never did I ever, Think we would end. But never ever ever, has started to begin. Never did I ever, Think I would cry, So hard that I wished I could ju...

Afraid to love Afraid to hold All the stories untold Why am I afraid Of loving Afraid of being broken It's so easy to take my heart and throw it away I will stay silent  The only sound you will hear Is the shatter of my tear The dropping of my heart Like a display of art So beautiful Afraid to love  Afraid to hold All these stories, I've never told

The hopeful glimmer in your eyes, hoping he will recognize. The way you smile just for him, knowing deep down the chance is slim. He will never see past your face, the scars you bear cannot all be traced. You sit and mope, ask me what you should do, I'd tell you in a heartbeat, if only I knew. I can tell you both live different life's, one who shines the other in strife. You say that you don't really care,  that he hardly notices you're ever there. I know you're lying and so do you, but it's not my place to tell you what to do. To get over him and clear your mind, is a solution I believe you will never find. You're my friend and I will always be here, to dry your eyes and offer an ear.  Sitting there and watching you fall apart, is weighing heavily on my heart. He is always on your mind and your pride is forgone. I think it's time to just move on.

Before I became strong, I knew what it was like To be weak, How difficult it is to love yourself, To find the wholeness that you seek. Before I knew the light,  I have had my fair share of darkness, too, Where my world fell into a hopelessness And I didn't know how to get through. For I have known the tears it takes, The courage to stand up again, When you are broken down and bruised And you know nothing but the pain. You forget to appreciate love, If you haven't seen the hate, Till you forget the meaning of smile and laughter, And your heart is left abate. I have known the strength and courage It requires to get it right, To face the things that hold you down And hold your head up and fight. Before I was who I am now, I was someone I didn't want to be. I was lost, battered, and defeated, Before I knew how to be me !

To be kissed by moonlight And caressed by stars, Draped in darkened blue, Dancing from Jupiter to Mars. To be found by the light of the moon And loved under a blackened sky. Let the sun forget about me; It never heard me cry. Because there's something special about moonlight, Like it was made just for me,  Because no matter how bad things are, I have the moon as company.

Here I sit, all alone in my quiet, empty home. Where do broken hearts go I don't know! Rest assured, grasping our love and the memories we made. I can't let you go. I can't make you stay. Tears and sadness are how I live. So full of sadness, consumed in grey. You will be mine again someday, but for now

At first I wasn't looking for love. I wanted no one in my life, for I had totally given up. All I wanted was to hide. But for just a moment I gave you a chance.  I let my guard down,  One last try at romance. I never imagined that I would find all this and more. The best friend and lover that one could ever hope for. A friend I can count on, to listen and understand. A lover for me to hold who is truly a good man. I love when you smile and all the things you do, so I want you to know that you're my dream come true. I know in my heart now that no one else will do.

The knot is strong, The strings are tight. It won't break loose, No matter how much I fight. The grip is fierce, Disguised in every tear. I wish to overcome This emptiness of fear. I know once on my own, I might not survive. But there is a mere chance For me to be alive. The cost of losing the bond Could be my biggest mistake. But I am done living A life I can no longer fake.