There’s so much anger inside.
So much pain lingering.
To many broken promises.
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For now, I’m hurt.
My feelings and emotions feel obsolete.
I loved you.
I gave you every part of me.
It feels like you used me.
Like I was never a part of your life.
Just a trophy,
Picked up, dusted off, and placed back on the shelf.
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I’m sick from the inside out.
I’m exhausted.
I just want to rest.
It’s so hard to say goodbye.
There was so much time invested in you.
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One of the hardest lessons learned…
It took until I was breaking,
To learn to believe in myself,
To learn to count on me,
To not Hate myself.
To take that first look in the mirror and remember who I am.
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I can’t escape this bitter feeling.
I can’t take away the need to fight.
Trying to hold back my anger,
And focus on the memories that made me happy.
This is one of the hardest times…
To break down and say goodbye.
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Alisha Wilkins
I've been writing my whole life. Writing about realms to escape in, forbidden characters to fall in love with, and using writing as my muse and refuge. Sometimes writing opens up the soul to healing, learning, and eventually to living again
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Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis5 days ago in Humans
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Very relatable! Well written!
This was so heartbreaking 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️