Blooming beyond the silence.

[Enola]

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A thing happened that made me come here and write another realization.

I honestly do not give a damn about what people think,
am exhausted of pleasing people.
You appreciate me ? Thanks.
You dont? Its okay.
I carried it so well that I needed to pat my back myself.
I do not owe anyone an explanation of how i am.
Nobody knows my story, but me.
Nobody saw my tears that soaked my pillow each night, but me.
Nobody stopped me from making my body as a sketch pad and color it red, but mee.
Nobody tried to save me from the hellish thoughts that crept in hoping to drag me back to darkness, but i did.
So who are the others to judge the way i react and live my life when they knew nothing about who I am?

Am drained of the memories of how I used to be.
I would go beyond just to be there for someone.
And in return what did I get?
Silence.
and if not? Being treated for granted.
Really truly sucked up my soul.
And so, I saved myself.
little by little i shifted my attention.
Instead, I water myself and i began to grow.
Less toxic, more growth.
If am a flower, i prolly already bloomed .
Imagine i stayed the same?
I guess , i was dead by then.

So yeah zero access from now.


//.

 

[SiRa]

Felt like my own inner voice echoed back at me while reading this… I could connect to every single word. Honestly, when no one was there during the struggle, they don’t have the right to judge now. Stay strong, keep going — truly proud of you, girl

 

[Bishamonten]

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A thing happened that made me come here and write another realization.

I honestly do not give a damn about what people think,
am exhausted of pleasing people.
You appreciate me ? Thanks.
You dont? Its okay.
I carried it so well that I needed to pat my back myself.
I do not owe anyone an explanation of how i am.
Nobody knows my story, but me.
Nobody saw my tears that soaked my pillow each night, but me.
Nobody stopped me from making my body as a sketch pad and color it red, but mee.
Nobody tried to save me from the hellish thoughts that crept in hoping to drag me back to darkness, but i did.
So who are the others to judge the way i react and live my life when they knew nothing about who I am?

Am drained of the memories of how I used to be.
I would go beyond just to be there for someone.
And in return what did I get?
Silence.
and if not? Being treated for granted.
Really truly sucked up my soul.
And so, I saved myself.
little by little i shifted my attention.
Instead, I water myself and i began to grow.
Less toxic, more growth.
If am a flower, i prolly already bloomed .
Imagine i stayed the same?
I guess , i was dead by then.

So yeah zero access from now.


//.

It feels so relatable

I hope you get all what you wish for, stay happy always

 

[Freaky]

So yeah zero access from now.

But I wish to have access to all such realisations you have

Nobody stopped me from making my body as a sketch pad and color it red, but mee.

Poetic, raw and unapologetically honest

 

[Adityakashyap]

\\
A thing happened that made me come here and write another realization.

I honestly do not give a damn about what people think,
am exhausted of pleasing people.
You appreciate me ? Thanks.
You dont? Its okay.
I carried it so well that I needed to pat my back myself.
I do not owe anyone an explanation of how i am.
Nobody knows my story, but me.
Nobody saw my tears that soaked my pillow each night, but me.
Nobody stopped me from making my body as a sketch pad and color it red, but mee.
Nobody tried to save me from the hellish thoughts that crept in hoping to drag me back to darkness, but i did.
So who are the others to judge the way i react and live my life when they knew nothing about who I am?

Am drained of the memories of how I used to be.
I would go beyond just to be there for someone.
And in return what did I get?
Silence.
and if not? Being treated for granted.
Really truly sucked up my soul.
And so, I saved myself.
little by little i shifted my attention.
Instead, I water myself and i began to grow.
Less toxic, more growth.
If am a flower, i prolly already bloomed .
Imagine i stayed the same?
I guess , i was dead by then.

So yeah zero access from now.


//.

 

[Arthur Miller John]

The art of not giving a fcuk...