Some days I think I am pulling myself together
And then there are nights like these
When it starts taking over
I sit back up and start praying
The clock keeps rushing you see
my 6 hour alarm turned to 3
I don't know what else to write
Or do, or how to sleep
People can put you through shit
And yet act like it's your fault
Then they'll do that over again
And say they were just afraid
You'll see them spill out what's in them
Only to realize you were in delusion
That's how you know you were but the one
Know your worth and walk away
I know it hurts to know not everything
you thought and dreamt and felt was true
But never let them take you for granted love
And never let them take away the best in you
If I don't let go now,
If I don't hurt now,
It doesn't hurt any more than it was supposed to
That's how powerful
that crossed me.
And that's how powerful it makes me.
There is nothing else right now.
So maybe, just maybe, I’m the light.
If you think it’s crazy writing to fictional characters, you’d probably not known a one so well.
Isabelle. Vianne. Antoine. Sophie. Rachel. Gaeten. Jullien.
Every single name is ringing in my ears since the last three days. I do not like eating, sleeping, rest aside doing anything else.
Our history books didn’t quite capture the acute longingness those men, women, and children had to suffer or the trauma that carried along even after the war.
And amidst everything, there was this fierce, heart of a lion, young beautiful girl of nineteen who would know love and war, and passion and survival. Only at the end, to face death, in the arms of her beloved. It happened infront of her family, her home. The Nightingale. She teaches me so many things. She’s a hero.
Until last year, the war usually meant the second or the first world war. Today, the word ‘war’ reminds of 2022, and it’s heart wrenching.
Tonight I'd rather enjoy this calm
of free thinking thoughts ringing alarm
Sheepish of my ways long foregone
I'm misconstrued by what's going on
Maybe it's okay to leave what's not
In control and rolling short
The pretty distant nuances of times
Laughing at me for forceful rhymes
I write lyrics for singers you won't hear
Oh, and that was a dream when ya'll cheered
Make-believe world is so beauteous
When it strikes - Game's Up - it's already dusk
No one else would know the way I love
No one else would know the way I hurt
If you ever want to cry die a little more inside Unable to let out Emotions that you hide Remember that, If you can't put on your smile fake it till you make it If you can't pull yourself together fake it till you make it
I wore my heart upon my sleeve
to live a broken piece of dream
I fight back, fall in, fall apart
nothing aches like a broken heart
Set fire to me, I'll burn
to rise as bright as the sun
I'm drowning in an ocean of grief
Let me, so I can set myself free
It's hard, but it has to be
But how could I not see it coming
Not once, not twice, not thrice
The heart takes the cut precise
There is confusion, how do I act
all these emotions distract
Like dark, deep, dangerous end
That circles, like play-pretend
No shields, no armour, I need
It's a battle I win or lose, I bleed
I walk barefoot with pieces glued
Cause I got no chances to lose
It's funny how placid I fought
I could have let out the thoughts
A stronger self I got to build
Cause not all dreams go unfulfilled
I am glad how it'll lead me miles
It's just that it'll take a while
And when the darkest night hits
It breaks my heart to bits