Trigger warning.
Heavy thoughts."And how hard it can be?
To stop breathing?
Just for a few minutes,
Then?
It would stop.
The thoughts. The shakings.
The heaviness. The numbness.
The feeling of worthless.
The faking smiles.
The meaning of life.
The tears, which were never shaded.
The screams, which was never heeded.
The words, which were never spoken.
It would all stop...But can you do it?
Or do you actually want to do that?
To stop breathing?
To never see the sky again,
To never see the moon again,
All of its phases.,
To not be able to do that little thing that you love, from dancing to cooking.
To not be able to feel the smiles, smiles of strangers.
The raindrops, the smell of earth.
The sudden feeling of happiness?
It would also stop.
So would your dreams,
Which are maybe shattered right now,
But have you not heard?
We can stick them back together,
No, it would be not the same.
But it would be worth it.
Because only you know,
How beautiful all these shattered pieces are.So, the breathing.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Slowly and steadily.Let's do that with more strength.
With more laughs,
With more tears,
With more mistakes,
With more craziness.Cheers, to us.
Who wants to survive and who will."
-Sinat.YOU ARE FUCKING WORTH IT!
EVERY INCH OF YOU!Hey, everyone.
It's been months, since I have written something.
And just now, this came to my mind.
It is all over the place, with grammatical mistakes. But i wanted to post it just as it is.And Thank you.
Not only for reading this.
But thank you for existing.
YOU ARE READING
Silent screams
PoesíaPoetries. Or my conversation with myself. The title is 'Silent screams' So, what are you expecting?