When Death Passed By Our Door
My cozy space to think out loud and make sense of life in real time. I explore psychology, faith, emotions, identity and everything in between. Not as an expert, but as a girl trying to figure it all out with honesty. If you're tired of vague advice and surface level healing. You're at the right place ♡. If you love journaling, deep talks and figuring life out slowly, you'll feel right at home here ๐ก๐
No matter where I look, all I see is silence and heartache๐ฅ๐
I walk around and no one notices me
...is like I'm a mere shadow blending in with my environment
No body truly cares when they're shadow isn't around๐ฅ๐
I feel like my struggles and pain are silent...
and no matter how many times my
voice breaks the silence,
the world just pulls its curtains and pretends not to hear. ๐ฅ
It’s painful, watching myself blur
into the background๐ฅ๐
like ink fading from a page no one cared to read twice. ๐
the moment I live the room, it was like I never existed
That's not the kind of life I wanted or dreamed of for myself ๐ฅ๐
And I would never wish that on anyone ๐ฅ๐
Just a mere shadow lurking around the corner of every room ๐ฅ๐
#the.end.of.my.rope๐ค
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