Abstruse one

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.