To Let Go
It's hard to let go of the past and its pain. But I am letting it go. And I will no longer live in vain. I see now that life is a game. Sometimes you loose. And sometimes you'll gain.
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It's hard to let go of the past and its pain. But I am letting it go. And I will no longer live in vain. I see now that life is a game. Sometimes you loose. And sometimes you'll gain.
Got home yesterday and the kids had run amok Christ are you still here. Can't help looking at the clock I think I'm showing symptoms.
Consider this: I am no special than the person next to me in the eyes of higher power. I am no more fortunate than another soldier in the eyes of war.
once you look at someone for the first time, it's either a revolting glare or a carefree smile. then as the months pass by, you see things and hear things.
A meaningful life now turns into a clueless existence Hoping tomorrow i will come back stronger I'm like a bird in a cage, waiting for another day Feeling helpless, surrounded by regret and...
You know it's been a rough year. Sometimes I want to stop and shout it. Poor myself a stiff drink, I don't want to think about it. Good times come and go, so today I'll have to live without it.
I'm ignoring you, And I don't know why, I push you away, So I don't have to try, I think about loving, But turn my back, This isn't for me - Not something I can hack, I don't know 'right', What is...
Sometimes, I forget. All of who I am. Sometimes, I wish. I didn't give a damn. Sometimes, I know. I shouldn't be a bitch. Sometimes, I mend. My heart with a single stitch. Sometimes, I see.
#YWHH #youngwritershousehols Mirror,Mirror, when I look in you, This is what I see, a shy, small, Not-important-at-all, Untalented me. Mirror, Mirror when you look at me, What do YOU see, too.
Was I merely a memory That faded over time. Was I just someone You just so happened to find. Was I just a someone To keep the loneliness at bay.
I try to smile. And hide the fears inside. I have been trying to heal my heart. But it looks like it will take a while. I lie and say that I already let go.
Your apathy is my apathy we both should feel ashamed, Not on a whim we act our lives, But to practices ingrained. The alarm clock rings I press the snooze I'll get five minutes more.
My lips are sealed I cannot speak My inspiration has gone, Should I admit defeat.
This is a poem I wrote when I was seven. I've made no adjustments to it, but I hope you like it. Have you ever wondered how things work, Or where creepy creatures lurk.
The things in my life. Are here and there real. But what I am feeling. I don't want to feel. I'm so full of anger. Feelings of hate. I want them to leave. Before its too late. Inside my heart.
School. Certainly isn't cool. Some things you like. Some you hate. Wake up at six. But you're still always late. School. I'm sick of hearing it. "oh look it's nerd girl and the nerd herd". School.
The tweet. The status update. How many of these I wrote I don't know. But one thing I do know is the only reason I was doing that was to climb the ranks. I thought I was clever at the time.
Moments like this. I wish I could fast forward. To feel this way. I wish to not feel more of. Sometimes I wish I cud go. Go to a mountains silent high top. I am struggling here.
Sat staring into those eyes A haunting tale can be read The trials of her life take time As inside she feels dead She knows she feels love But doesn't know how to express it For she died long ago Her...
My love for Opuss is waning And yet I don't know why I still love words and books, stories Yet there's an emptiness inside And so I find myself detaching from The rope from Opuss to me As it grows...
...a secret, Hiding, waiting, on your lips, A hidden truth, love, lie, Eating you from inside out, Watching you slowly die...
I've crashed, I've burned. Unable to utter a single word If its straight to your face. Unable to retrace Where all these feelings have come from.. I thought it could've been love.
If you're in South Delhi right now, look outside. The sun is shining through a small clear patch in an otherwise overcast grey sky.
Day one has been and gone I survived the day So's to say Caffeine has been my best friend I don't want the caffeine rush to end Broke my new rule in less than 8 hours... Brought work home...