The hardest thing to do is letting go...

Sometimes in life we have to end relationships that we would rather not end. When we truly have loved someone with everything inside of us, letting go of that person does not even seem reasonable. Letting go may consist of getting over a bad childhood that brought us tremendous pain, being a victim of rape or another kind of abuse, or losing a close loved one. Sometimes we just have to let go of that person or situation because that pain is taking us farther away from our life's pursuit of happiness, whether you realize when you need to or not.

In order to let go we must first let go emotionally. Crying and laughing are some good ways to let go of the past, using each tear to remove the emotional pain, and each laugh to spark a feeling of happiness. We must forgive and release any ill feelings towards anyone involved into what we just let go of. Last but not least we must remember to bless whoever was involved in whatever situation we let go of, and not to hold any negative feelings towards them, as this will take you farther in life than you may ever know.

This is your Story...

This is your story...

What do you do in secret? What things do you hide in fear?
Why do you spend hours in the dark?
Fearing that someone might draw near…
The circles under your eyes tell a tale,
Of hours spent awake in the night.
You are the keeper of of your own story.
One filled with nightmares, horrors, and fright.
Every day life is a lie to you.
All of the people are cruel and fake.
The carcass that is your body is empty.
As if you are in a maze with no escape.
The pain you feel inside is overwhelming.
You put yourself through hell to make it stop.
The scars you have prove your story,
You want to go deeper with every drop.
No one knows how to help you find the way,
you’re a slave to the ones you care for
you’ll do anything to make them happy,
you sacrificed your innocence like a whore.
You are lost about what to do with your life
you’re all alone in your fight,
with no hope of relief at all
if only you knew what is rite.
Your one desire is to be loved.
You’ve never known this feeling.
the relationships you had were chaos
they left you emotionally and physically reeling.
That one person cut you to shreds
They tore out your heart and dropped it on the floor.
and let the wind scatter the pieces
the heart you had is no more.
The experience left you broken,
you threw yourself to everyone who came.
they used you and you didn’t care…
In the end the are all the same.
You dream about the one to love.
who will embrace you and understand
they won’t ever push you away
they will be there to help you stand!
But.. the one of your dreams is fake…
you must know no one wants you!
your color is wrong, you aren’t the rite shape.
those who desire you are scarce and few.
But still like a fool you dare to hope!
you chase after the dreams of your heart.
slowly your trust is fading away
your life is now falling apart.
You tell none of your troubles.
You tell no one of your fears.
nobody knows the whole story…..
nobody knows of your tears.
You long to speak but you can’t.
People wouldn’t believe your tale.
how could somebody like you,
absolutely and inevitably fail?
You want to live life to the fullest,
to experience all that there is to see!
but… When so many people have hurt you,
what good in the world could there be?
You long to be accepted by all.
but there is nothing tha you can do.
you have accepted the weight of rejection,
because the moments of joy are few.
The only way out seems like death
but you know your too afraid to try.
Instead you continue to live in hell
and pray to god that you’ll survive.

It’s always there, Trust me...

I don’t know why they call it a broken heart, because it’s not, really. It’s more like your heart is trying to break apart, but it never really succeeds. It’s like it’sliterally trying to pull itself into two, and struggling to function correctly in the process. And oh, it hurts. If you’ve never had a broken heart you won’t understand, you probably think it’s an emotional thing, like it’s all in the mind. But it’s so much more than that. It’s a physical ache in your chest, a painful whine that just doesn’t quit. It’s a kind of pressure, compacting your whole chest area and making everything inside hurt. Then it rises, it forces its way up into your throat, forming an aching lump that pushes tears from your eyes. And then you’re crying because it’s just impossible not to do so. And even when you’re all cried out, it’s still there, this indescribable ache that feels like no other ache you’ve ever had.

It’s always there.

Reality!!!

The reality of it all is that it always ends
No one will survive
No one is immune to the pain
We all hope and make wishes but it never comes true
We are only left with the truth
After death memories is what keeps us alive in others hearts
But memories fade and again no one survives
Some live on longer than others
In memories and in life
We all face the same fate
We all face the same death
We all face the same reality

No love lost, No love found

“Girls aren’t born easy, a guy makes them like that. And the only reason guys are players, is because they’ve been hurt too.
If you have been hurt before and you have your guard up why would you want to do the same thing to someone else?
We only know what we’ve learned maybe it’s not even a conscious decision to treat people like that…
If it wasn’t for players and heartless bitches, everyone could be happy. I’m thinking a couple decades from now we will all go extinct because no one can ever seem to find love.

I hate LOVE

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? 

It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.