I don’t want to play this game no more
I don’t wanna play it
I don’t want to stay ’round here no more
I don’t wanna stay here
Like rain on a Monday morning
Like pain that just keeps on going on
Look at all the hate they keep on showing
I don’t want to see that
Look at all the stones they keep on throwing
I don’t want to feel that
Like Sun that will keep on burning
I used to be so discerning
And I can hear the choirs keep on singing
Tell me what they’re saying
And I can hear the phone
It keeps on ringing
I don’t want to answer
I know that I used to listen
And I know I’ve become dismissive
In my recovery
I’m a soldier at war
I have broken down walls
Keep song-writing, my recovery.
Therein happens something that hits you hard enough to unfold all your insecurities, makes you feel special about yourself swiftly. Something worth that moment, that place, which you ponder later on to revisit, to rejoice. Something that makes you raise all above the world, ahead to your own paradise. Something that clings very close to your heart, may it be the burden or the ease. Something that fights your lonliness and embraces you fondly. Something that is surreal yet so real at the same time just as when the stars align itself. Somewhere, sometime, something happens and it is everything.
The longing to belong, too cruel to put it down into words when its too much for the soul alone. Yet, there she goes! #Fleurie
Today I gave up on something which is supposed to have no influence on me anymore. Something that was burdening my head, heavying my heart, confusing my thoughts, all leading to the same dooming corner. I gave it up not because I wanted to but out of no possible choice. I gave it up not because it did not matter but because it ate my last piece of hope. I gave it up not because I did not find a way but because it proved that it will never be my destination. I gave it up not because it took away all my self respect but because my emotions became the stage for entertainment. I gave it up not because it killed me but because it nurtured my despairing intuitions.
I had to give up on it so as to stop me from giving up on me further.
As long as there exists an ego among the people for opening up, I shall survive.
-Proud Sarahah, creating the bond among anonymous.
Loving yourself the most will be your greatest accomplishment ever ❤
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