Words
  • WpView
    Reads 88
  • WpVote
    Votes 15
  • WpPart
    Parts 27
WpMetadataReadOngoing23m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 19, 2017
I've been researching for a while, I've learn by disguising in different groups of people, these are the proof of my research, just random quotes, but a message is delivering as you read I know my rants will not make sense but I hope it holds a strong position for someone My grammars are bad, but so what? It doesn't stop me from writing, I just write what I really think is happening around me, It's a small world after all Thank you for reading the updates will end when my time arrives
All Rights Reserved
#251
ïm
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Something Mending -- VOL 1
  • Monsters Inside My Head
  • Evolution
  • poetry
  • Bitter Sweet Emotions
  • The Words I couldn't Say
  • Shit Happens
  • night time poetry

Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines