The Lie I Tell Myself
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WHEN THE RAIN FORGOT TO FALL
I wrote this because I needed to survive it. Because there are some feelings too big for silence. Some heartbreaks too heavy to carry alone. This isn't fiction. This is my heart, broken open and rearranged into verse. "I saw you standing where the sidewalk curves, and suddenly my chest knew different words." - That's how it started. A glance. A stranger. A feeling I couldn't ignore. "You said we needed to talk. Those five words, I knew. I already knew." - And that's how it ended. Not with fire. With silence. I won't tell you that time heals all wounds. I won't say everything happens for a reason. I won't pretend heartbreak makes you stronger. But I will show you that: You can survive what you think will destroy you. You can break and still become beautiful. You can love someone and lose them and still be whole. You can be your own happy ending. I wrote these poems with tears on my face. I wrote them on good days when I forgot to hurt. Every word is something I actually felt. Every line is a moment I actually lived. "You are not broken. You are breaking open. And that's where the light gets in." - That's what this taught me. That's what I hope it gives you, the comfort of knowing you're not alone.Concluida
The Lies We Tell
Sarah has always been good at pretending, pretending to be okay, pretending to love the boy everyone expects her to, pretending she isn't falling apart inside. But when a new girl walks into her life, everything she thought she knew begins to unravel. Behind her careful smiles and soft lies hides a truth Sarah has never dared to face. Torn between the life she's always lived and the love she never expected, she's forced to make a choice: keep hiding behind the lies, or finally speak the truth, even if it shatters everything. The Lies We Tell is a heart-wrenching romantic drama about identity, guilt, and the fragile beauty of being seen, truly seen, for who you are.Concluida
Beneath The Mask
"You have three faces. The first face, you show to the world. The second face, you show to your close friends, and your family. The third face, you never show anyone." There is a woman who neglect to show her true self. Who live in lies. Disguise is become her hobby when there are people around her. You can see how friendly and lovely she is. Sometimes she laugh. And sometimes act as if everything is alright. But the truth is she always wear a mask that no one can seen. She lost herself trying to please everyone. "where have I been? I can't be found. " Beneath this mask there is a face, behind that is a story. A story of mine.Concluida
Echoes of the Heart
These are pieces of my heart-love, heartbreak, longing, and hope. Read, feel, and maybe see your own story reflected in these words. "Tell me-what hurts more: Knowing the person you love will die, Or knowing they're alive, Yet you can never have them?" - Elizabeth #1 destroying #1 poetrylovers #1 poetryoflife #1 poetryofthesoul #1 echoesoftheheart #1 destroying #1 forthebroken #1 healingthroughwords #4 Motivation #1 poembook
The truth hurts.
I wanted to write my story and I figured by the time I was finished with the book, I would have my closure I was wrong. but part of me needed to finish this book. I guess that's the beauty of books when they finish, they don't really finish do they. Someone once told me that the truth only hurts once, but a lie hurts every time you remember it.Concluida
Self-Destruction
Fake a smile, No one knows you're broken. Fake a smile, it's easier than trying to explain why you're sad. Fake a smile, lie and say you're fine, it's easier then trying to explain why you do what you do. Quotes, Stories, Entries and Poems about what it's like to be depressed, alone, suicidal etc...Concluida
I wrote this because I needed to survive it. Because there are some feelings too big for silence. Some heartbreaks too heavy to carry alone. This isn't fiction. This is my heart, broken open and rearranged into verse. "I saw you standing where the sidewalk curves, and suddenly my chest knew different words." - That's how it started. A glance. A stranger. A feeling I couldn't ignore. "You said we needed to talk. Those five words, I knew. I already knew." - And that's how it ended. Not with fire. With silence. I won't tell you that time heals all wounds. I won't say everything happens for a reason. I won't pretend heartbreak makes you stronger. But I will show you that: You can survive what you think will destroy you. You can break and still become beautiful. You can love someone and lose them and still be whole. You can be your own happy ending. I wrote these poems with tears on my face. I wrote them on good days when I forgot to hurt. Every word is something I actually felt. Every line is a moment I actually lived. "You are not broken. You are breaking open. And that's where the light gets in." - That's what this taught me. That's what I hope it gives you, the comfort of knowing you're not alone.
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