If I finally let the mask slip, would the air refill my lungs again. Can I let it all go so I can breathe? Can I learn to be human again and not your picture perfect doll?

I don’t know what will silence the internal screams that don’t belong to me anymore. How do I calm down this little girl inside me? How do I save someone who’s drowned from drowning?

I am

going to do such fucking marvelous things

you’re face won’t not be able to smile

& it’s going to be fantatstic

I have spent more time in bed than anything

& it’s curious how rushed I was

and now I just want the days to pass

& keep praying things will work out

and I am constantly struggling

and that’s okay

“I feel myself shutting down, closing off, like I should tell people, ‘No, we don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.’”

— Courtney C. Stevens

How much longer do I have to hold it together, it’s so easy to give up when there is no end in sight.

Angry

Scream at who? Who is this anger directed at? Fuck if I know Still feel like screaming Suppose I dislike God But unless I could hurt him somehow it makes no difference Aimless anger, contained because there is no release available Write a poem to express it, then return to it afterwards It is my darling, my secret lover I cannot withstand it’s embrace So I lie to everyone and see which…

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and God, tell me why it is i weep

because i miss you

or because i miss me?

The Masks We Wear

Once a year on All Hallows’ Eve we wear our masks with pride, but masks aren’t just for Halloween, we use our masks to hide.  We fool ourselves by thinking we don’t wear them all the time, but all the things that we conceal each day should be a crime. Society just beats us down and creates this beauty brawl.  They taught us if it’s not obvious, it’s not beautiful at all.  They told us to use makeup and to cover up our scars,  but how do we know we're beautiful if we’re covering who are? Some say they want a lover who is beautiful inside,  then turn around and pick the most overt beauty in sight. Some others say they want a love that’s open, honest and real,  but turn around and pick vampires who don’t know how to feel. It seems no one is truthful with the things they want the most.  It’s like we all just hide so much we’re practically living ghosts.  We live in a world where beauty is one of our greatest tasks,  but how do we know we’re beautiful if we never take off our masks? - SMP 🧡

In the stillness of the night, my mind becomes a turbulent ocean, where restless waves of thoughts crash against the shores of my soul.

In the shadows of my mind, I find solace in the darkness. The pain is my canvas, and my tears paint the masterpiece of my soul.

Feelings are the silent storytellers of our lives, weaving a tapestry of emotions that color our world. In the palette of existence, they are the brushstrokes that give depth and meaning to our journey. Let us not shy away from these raw, unfiltered feelings, for in their embrace, we find the truest version of ourselves.

She was a storm, not the kind you run from, but the kind you chase.

She was a wildflower in world of concrete, thriving against all odds.

I wish I could feel the sunshine but there are too many masks on to truly feel it.