#empty heart

[stillawfullydepressed]

There is such a fine line between being happy and wanting to die. I’m extremely happy one second and the next I want to die. There is no in between.

[a1m05t-en0ugh]

I’ve finally realized my problem.

I am lonely.

It’s a simple as that. I’m just very very lonely.

[ttteokbokki]

FOR ONCE

for once, just for once i wish to be written

ohh the sweet feeling

of someone that can observe, love, admire.

pages and pages and pages of words

true poetry,

into those hands

that can make love through words.

insignificant illusion

of a hopeless romantic

empty heart

and trembling hands after the realization,

the realization that some people are just born to write and never be written

the observer never been observed

the tragedy of being a poet.

ttteokbokki

[mikyapixie]

8 years ago today, Naruto Shippuden opening 20 Empty Heart aired for the first time. Final opening of the Naruto anime!!!

[gabrielmarkanthony]

True pain

[loner-bitxh710]

I just wish I felt like enough but I’m starting to fear I never will

[stillawfullydepressed]

I can’t do this anymore. I try so hard to be the best version of myself that I can be but life keeps throwing things at me. I’m just so tired, I don’t want to do this anymore.

[a1m05t-en0ugh]

Why is everyone upset?

[spilladabalia]

MC5 'Kick Out the Jams/Empty Heart' French TV from 'Thunder Express' 1972

[kindghostedheart]

They left without a word, a ghost in my life. Silence is louder than the words we never said. And here I am, holding a heart that once beat for someone who faded into nothing. The emptiness echoes in the spaces between memories, a place where love once lived. I’m learning to fill the silence with my own voice, but the void remains, a reminder of what was lost.

Healing isn’t a straight line. It’s the quiet acceptance of the spaces left behind. Slowly, I’m learning to breathe again, to exist without the weight of someone who chose to disappear.

[gabrielmarkanthony]

[loner-bitxh710]

[kill-the-mirage-poetry]

"Star Crossed"

My biggest regret in life is not knowing the raw truth in the reconciliation we never spoke of, and the shame of my heart has failed to abide by in this honorable but endless eve of thee relentless love which we never considered to over admire.

I still adorn thee with the largest parce of my unspoken memorabilia, I still hear the words of which I never spoke to thee and they ache and spring forth at my former being, these words reside in my voided soul, I remain empty and I writhe in my pride, unworthy of not even my own shadow therefore I must confess my vain helplessness to the above stars of our own forsaken sky.

My hands shake, remaining empty.

My hands are empty and also; so are my eyes, for thou has stolen the brightest of all stars from my eyes to keep them for your own, selfishly, needlessly;

Silently, and now I must abide by the laws of the storm so hence I can dwell and breathe the air of existence yet it is without the better parce of my spirit. The greatest relevance of contentment twinkles as thine's own silhouette, though even such as tread from me, shamelessly, carelessly.

Ye' left from me in the brink of night, and in restitution for the hoards of goodness which I bestowed upon thee I must conjure in suffering until the very ceasing of time itself as if death itself has grasped me in its wrath of grey and black demise, harboring my frail skeleton within its icy, dirty clutches.

I fall. I fail. I lay still in quiet despair.

Death itself has not even realized that my innermost pulsation of warmth withered in only an instant in that very moment. I sat frozen in my peril and heard your foorsteps crunching in the blindness as you declared my light of honesty for your own lies.

I reached out for you but my intentions remain unreserved, even now after all of these years later. Regardless of my desperate pleas of undying tragedy and lasting atrocities of horror, my eyes somehow still illuminate a dim glow from within your hands.

My eternity remains forever blind, and my cold heart is still but a stone within my rotten chest, nothing more than a solid rock of emotionless futile words which I never had the bravery to speak to you.

I regret this in such a great magnitude. I regret you. I regret love, but I do not regret the loveliness of the stars, for they were always of my own.

You left me unspeakably ravaged, I am consumed by the vulnerability of your heartlessness, my fate is unbelievablably star-crossed; forevermore.

Remember thou for this; during thy corrupted death of my only destiny, if ever you should see any a star which falls from the heavens, remember me wholesomely and know that the stars which fall are the tears which I cry, and know that I weep these tear drops regretfully, relentlessly, eternally, and also for the sake of our love and for the light you robbed from my eyes, thou also your own.

We see only blackness now, only a mishapen blur of frigid darkness; within the skies, within the world, within ourselves and within our shadows, there is nothing.

I regret the phrases I failed to speak, the words which I was too deathly afraid to confront, I regret the feelings of hope, the smiles I was too defiled to grin, I was much too afraid of love, but now we are both forever dead. I regret that.

Consider this a prayer.

Amen.

#killthemiragepoetry #soicanlive7

[stillawfullydepressed]

I want to cut so badly

I need to cut so badly

[mermaidinthecity]

There's a big old hole in the middle of you 'cause somebody left you black and blue. Yeah we all make promises we can't keep. And they're paper thin but cut so deep. I cry when you do, I cry when you don't. Why won't you tell me what, what you want with me? One day we're together then we're apart. Why won't you let me fill up your empty heart? Why won't you let me fill up your empty heart?

Empty Heart by Grace Potter

[gabrielmarkanthony]