Imagine waking up numb, Your arms heavy and weak, Your eyes sealed shut. The sun beaming through your window, Piercing through your eyes — But still… numb. Your body lies, Sinking through the mattress. Feeling every ounce of spirit, leaving you, Every ounce of anything disappearing There is nothing you are remembering The appeal you once saw — gone The stress levels once felt—gone The anxiety once felt—gone There is no name for the feeling that remains But I like to call it H

So many of us spend years trying to be "true to ourselves" But end up cutting ourselves into little pieces, Molding each version to fit certain crowds. I'm now so cut, so divided, Just because I thought I wasn't allowed— Wasn't allowed to just be. There is something that speaks to all of us, We can't see it, But we hear it, loud and clear. My eyes deceive me, The same way we believe we deceive others. Sometimes I ask myself: What if these parts of me don't get along—do I lose

She doesn't say I love you like everyone else. Instead, she'll shake her head, give a little smile and say You're so silly. She sees you even when you don't see her. You fill her dreams, But it was never what it seemed. Every time she opens her eyes, She realizes they were lies. Her dreams fixating on the fear she's working through, The fear that's been stopping her from loving purely. She has a beautiful soul, but not many get to see it. I see the way she flourishes when sh

Am I supposed to be a mother? Am I supposed to be a wife that curates the life of the people around her? Am I supposed to be the one to heal everyone’s pain but her own? Am I supposed to take out the loan? To lend out my happiness to others and wait untill get it back?   Am I supposed to travel the world and use my voice as a power, Speak as loud as I can, preventing anyone to feel any lower, Preventing anyone from feeling any poorer, Be the sorter to sort everyone’s feelings

It's funny how sometimes you think you really love yourself. You think you really love who you are. You wake up with the biggest smile on your face with the highest amout of enery But the tiniest grain of salt can cut you Anything can shift this so called self-love Was it ever there in the first place? Are you one of those people who's emotions consumes their day? Not just a fraction of time, but a whole. It's all you can think about...there comes the self-blame “You have eve

The sun beams so bright when we drive, It gives reason to smile. But just like the sun sets everyday, So does a smile. The day was so bright, flowers everywhere, Birds chirping, buterflies and dragonflies dancing in the air, And yet a frown sets with despair. It sits there, almost without repair, As if it could stay for eternity. Even when the time finally comes for it to disappear, It always makes it's way back without hesitation. It consumes me, the frustration.. Just like

Lost; unable to find one's way; not knowing one's whereabouts You're lost when you find yourself walking in all directions at the same time You're lost when no path you take feels right and yet they all seem right I'm Lost I've never felt this lost before I don't know where I belong I know what I want But I don't know if I should Should I risk my heart again? Risk losing myself and my progress I don't think I've ever been truly scared before I've never not belived what others

You really never know what people are going through. Their thoughts might aswell be particles in the air You know they exist, technically But you can't hold them They might as well be a mystery for the rest of eternity. Someone can be in your presence every day And you still don't know what is going on inside their mind Everyone has an unbearable weight to carry. Everyone is struggling to do something, Talking, school, being assertive, being vulnerable Literally anything. We

I woke up one day and, my eyes opened They opened so wide my tears finally came through For the first time in years everything I had ever questioned Everything I knew, was revealed   I tried so hard to stop Happy thoughts, Happy thoughts I said But nothing helped me, it wouldn’t stop   That’s when I knew, Acceptance Acceptance was the first door to step through I finally put end to part of my sentence This sentence of pain torture and pain   But with those thoughts came a fee

Sometimes you truly believe you're okay until you realize that you've been pretending to only yourself. You are not okay