Numb قصص

Everyone thinks they understand me now. They read my words, they see my scars, and they act like they know what it's like to carry everything all by yourself. But they don't. And I don't want them to. I'm done with friendships that end, love that leaves, and places I'll only ever have to say goodbye to. I just want to be invisible. I just want to be numb. But what if the quiet stops working?

Hello~ Welcome to my poetry book^^ In this book, you will find a collection of poems I have written (and am writing) throughout the year. I hope you like it and make sure to let me know what you think~~ XOXO, minnie

Un married at thirty-three in India, the land of gossipers, isn't what I asked for, but it is what it is. ​A plain, over-sweating, spectacle-wearing science teacher. ​I know I'm not a catch. ​But then he came. A guy three years younger than me. ​He's asking for my hand in marriage. I asked him if his head was okay. Did his mother drop him often as a child? ​Because marrying me was a bad idea. A very bad idea. ​And we executed the very bad idea. ​Now I don't know what I'm going to do with him-or myself. ​Mythili. Married?

]|I{•------» whєn чσu tєαr,вrєαk σr вurn sσmєthíng, чσu gєt rєmnαnts;ruíns thαt чσu cαn kєєp clσsє σr thrσw αwαч. вut whєn чσu вrєαk σnє's hєαrt, hσw much σf ít cαn чσu kєєp? «------•}I|[ *** thєч sαíd mαn ís α gσd ín ruíns.thєч sαíd wє cαn drєαm hígh,вє índєstructíвlє. thєч sαíd wє cαn tσuch thє stαrs.чєt thєч dídn't tєαch us hσw tσ tσuch hєαrts. sσmєtímєs вrσkєn hєαrts cαn crєαtє вíggєr drєαms.sσmєtímєs ruíns cαn hєlp crєαtє вíggєr cαstlєs. wє αrє ruíns hєrє tσ вuíld σursєlvєs αgαín. tσ sαvє σursєlvєs αgαín.

i never got the chance to just be a kid, a genuinely happy, carefree, kid. my "dad" left right after i was born, though i'm glad he did. he was an abuser, a bad drinker. i'm not gonna tell you my whole life story... not just yet, that is. some of these i came up with right off the top of my head. i don't know if i should write some more or just publish it like how it is now, let me know! so here it goes... 15 years of hell.

This is a story with everything that I personally hate about my life. There will be many chapters so enjoy :)

If I'm writing this, its means I didn't give up. I guess that's nice. It's just short stories, poems and basically all my feelings.

I'm gonna write everything i feel in here..and I'll be pretending that I'm talking to someone i love and they love me. I'm not sure someone is going to see this..but if you do..then Hi :)

I am lost here. I have been lost here for quite some time now. I cannot leave. This forest is my home now. Maybe it is my prison. I think it will be forever. You see, I am dead. No one can hear me, it is a lonely existence... until you.

I lay on my bed just thinking of this really short story and poured my feelings into it.

just read and find out🖤

Riley doesn't remember the last time someone asked if she was okay. Not really asked. Not in the way that meant they were going to stay for the answer. She is seventeen years old and she has already learned the most important lesson this town has to offer - that people leave. They leave with promises folded neatly in their pockets, with good intentions they fully mean at the time, with duffel bags and bus tickets and fifteen days that turn into three years without a single word. They leave, and the ones left behind learn to stop waiting by the window. They learn to stop setting an extra plate. They learn to breathe around the absence until the absence just becomes the air. Riley works the late shift. She carries drinks to tables without being asked twice. She doesn't flinch at loud voices anymore. She doesn't cry at things that used to make her cry. She has become very good at being invisible in a room full of people - and even better at being invisible to herself. This is not the life she imagined. But it is the life she has. And she has made her peace with it, quietly, the way you make peace with things you never had a choice about. She is not waiting for anyone anymore. She stopped doing that a long time ago. Until the night a familiar face walks through the door - and three brothers who left her behind must now face what their absence built. Because blood doesn't forget. And neither does Riley.

I need so much help but I'm prepping for trauma therapy through this. Enjoy.

Free form Poem about the trouble of coping with life's struggles

From lover to stranger. My love experience in my shoes . It's all fun and games till you fall in love and hurt yourself. Read till the end and experience what sadness is when the person you love most leaves you behind like nothing.

Flying thoughts, catching my mind

Just a thought.

Becky is the average 13 year old. Good grades, sense of humor, straight brown hair and eyes. But sometime it's the most ordinary looking people who are hurting the most. And no I'm not talking about a big bully taking her lunch money . That's unrealistic. But what happens when the pain stops and all you feel is nothing at all. What's Becky really hiding?

"So what's your name?" "Nothing you need to worry about." She's just your average girl, with a few minor mental illnesses. But it's nothing love can't fix, or at least, that's what Katie thinks.