Openess Stories

Letters to people I'll probably never see again. Things I wanted to say Feelings I want to express Thoughts that I'm thinking But never say out loud

This is me in my rawest form. This is my honest truth, my heart's language. I aim to share, I hope you read and join me on this adventure of being open to the world and myself. Shall we begin?

Lonesome poems are the best thing to find hope and freedom. It is where we can truly express our untold feelings. People might look up to you and see how perfect your life can be, the happy family you have, and that they think your only problem is not having one at all. But truth be told, behind those glimmering things, bright smiles, and fancy stuff lies a despondent individual who seeks help and consolation. As the famous saying goes, "You will never know the struggle of a person unless you walk into their shoes" and with that said, never compare yourself to the person you think has it all. It is okay to fall back, let out a cry, and have a breakdown. We are all human and that what you are feeling right now is valid. No one can invalidate someone's feelings for we have different phases, strengths, and weaknesses. Remember: You are a WARRIOR on your battlefield so continue to fight. Who knows, tomorrow we might finally see the rainbow we all have been looking for. These poems I have are the product of my lowest points in life. I hope I can give you all a hug and a console. 🥺

This one is short, but it's an old one! I wrote it in time where my mental health was not the greatest. I realized I needed to vent, so I wrote it in a journal among the many I filled. I hope you guys like it :) -AR

These are my poems that I wrote. They may seem dark and depressing but that's just me.

When love becomes King and hate is slave. Love is King to those who know it.

There was once a girl who was thought to have the key to immortality, It was said that when she dies, Her chest would decompose and turn to soil, and reveal the glowing gold liquid that once drank, would give the one who drank it immortality, But, At what cost?