Depression is often described as a feeling of great sadness. Yet no one talks about the numbness beating in your chest. The feeling of being there, bu...Read more
Simona
therapy didn't work so poetry has to
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Somewhere, running parallel to the one you are in, is a version of your life that is more honest, more alive, more fully yours. You catch glimpse of i...Read more
I love winters sharp enough to sting the eyes, cold that lets me cry without explanations. Red eyes, tears shining, and no one asks. I blame the fros...Read more
I’m a poet, an artist, a rebel I’m a child too grown up, a teenager too childish. And by the end of the day, I’m a big nobody, just another word in my...Read more
I won’t forever pull at your skirt, I won’t forever hold your hand, I won’t always hide behind you. That “forever” doesn’t exist, every childhood has ...Read more
Some days, i blame you for not saying anything, for being a coward, for being weak and unreasonable. Then for a second, i let grief take over me, so i...Read more
It's been a while since i saw you, Heard your voice, messed your hair. It's been a while since that last text, Since that night that changed me as a p...Read more
So you cry Quiet tears, hoping they’ll heal something The present The future Anything But the tears don’t work You’re either numb or trembling too muc...Read more
You wait Impatient, alive Counting down days till teenage years begin, till life finally peaks You thought it meant freedom First cigarette, first kis...Read more
There’s a quiet that settles before the storm, a stillness you don’t notice until it’s gone. It holds the weight of things unsaid, and keeps the world...Read more
Growing up is learning that love is hard. Hard to understand. Hard to find. Harder to live with. But you still need it. At least once in a while. And ...Read more
We were needed by each other, not under the shining sun but in the shadows of rain, while others bloomed in light, we waited beneath the storm. My so...Read more
I've been thinking, for quite a while, how my smile came back. When did it become so genuine? The last thing I remember clearly is the roof, the heigh...Read more
You move like silence in a world too loud, Never chasing lights, never needing a crowd. There's a kind of strength in not needing to shout A quiet so...Read more
In your eyes, I was a sketch of snow, All soft and white, with a quiet glow. My dear, please, just take a glance, Put in your lenses, give truth a cha...Read more