132: cruelty of a father
Dear Dad,
Why couldn't you just love me?
Your daughter
-Nex
133:
Why can't you just be proud of me for once?
I come to you to tell you how far I have come with something that I am so passionate about and you just dismiss me like it is nothing.
I hate you so much.
-Nex
134:
I don't want you to tell me that you are sorry about what I went through because that is not helping me at all.
I need to talk to someone who went through what I went through, someone to tell me that what I am feeling is valid and that I am not overreacting. I need someone to tell me that they understand me and what I am feeling.
I just need someone to fucking understand me for once.
-Nex
135: this is all mine
Poetry is my way of showing and sharing my thoughts, feelings and experiences without fearing that someone might judge me.
While I write nothing bad can happen to me, for a short while I am free.
And the best part is that no one can ever take this away from me.
-Nex
136:
I feel like I am slowly disappearing.
Nothing feels real anymore.
Life feels like a dream, well more like a nightmare.
How do you get out of this?
-Nex
137:
It's getting bad again and I don't know how to tell someone.
Everyone was so happy for me and proud of me when I finally got better.
I don't want to disappoint anyone.
-Nex
138: maybe I've got it wrong
Growing up means realising that you got somethings wrong/ twisted
After a very long and emotionally exhausting conversation with my mother I realised that I may have got somethings twisted.
I had to come to the painful realisation that my father may not be as shitty as I always made him out to be.
Maybe I am the villain all along.
-Nex
139:
I am falling apart right in front of your eyes and you still say that you have no idea what is going on with me.
Just stop looking away and fucking help me.
-Nex
TW!
140:
Only in death we are free
-Nex
141:
The truth is that I am not a poet.
I don't live to write,
I write to live.
If I don't write I am dead;
But I sincerely hope that I will one day be able to write without having to survive.
But that is not now and it will not be for a very long time.
-Nex
142: just a fantasy
Here I am standing at the sidelines of your life,
I want to cheer for you but I can see her cheering for you
And I know that you don't need me anymore
So I stand there at the sidelines in silence just admiring you living your life.
-Nex
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The Way Of Life
PoesíaThe way of life A book full of poems and prose about how I felt and what I went trough in life up to this point. Please be aware of the trigger warnings mentiont in the beginning. Some of the poems are already old. I am a lot better now, please don'...
