It's Not A Quote. It's Just A Feeling I Want To Share. It's Just Words I Want To Send. I Want To Stand

— ;

We live in a twisted world

As we dance before

a broken glass and a murder.

— shattered , but we speak truth.

Feelings.

Tired or not, who cares?

Sad or happy, who stays?

Harder to be sad sometimes

is like harder to be happy,

who else sees the other picture of me

trying to be someone else to chase?

In order to complete, we run in chaos

giving it a try to full ourselves,

happy isn't a gift, nor sad to be

we deserve to live

just like places in us

deserve to be free.

-t.f.s.

Your sadness is my sadness. Wherever you go,I'll follow you and spoil your spirit. I'll be hoping for you to grow more courage anyway. I'll be there with you,you're just not going to notice,I'm quiet yet calm,loving and patient for your heart. Because one day I'll be the one to warm it up.

-t.f.s.

“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”

— Jane Austen

“Do you think you can forgive?” my therapist asks me. I shrug. “I don’t see the point,” I say. 

-my poem

-I have 99 dreams and all of them are you, but in different ways.

Part of me liked part of you

just because there was nobody

to like you like that too.

-t.f.s.

I know.

I know that when I try to take my pain, It's temporary feeling and It still hurts like a thousand times of breaking. My breath leaves my body and It won't let me think properly. It's taking too long to go back to my stable mode. It just burns my whole skin like sun, and gravity is no needed in my head,it just throws my oxygen away. But I need that oxygen. I need that life like I need the homemade bread in the morning, the sweetness...it's taking me back where I used to have a comfort zone. And happiness- just me running down the garden with flowers in a sunny day,having a place to seat on and watch the smiley sky.

And I need that..that patience that takes too much time on my self-improvement,because I still am not blooming yet. I'm trying..I'm learning to stay alive.

-t.f.s.

Lost bird.

In her eyes i see million graveyards,

i see her in chains,her body is like caged,

in her world i was fighting alone,

the air smells like death,her eyes were green

like the poison that destroys,

she's a prisoner in her own mind,

she's trapped inside,she craved

for more wars-more desire,

her legs were moving themselves

like it wasn't her controling herself.

she was lost and in need to kill,

everyone was leaving her side,

that's why she became a weapon,

that's why her green shiny eyes cried,

but outside she was a death machine

for troubles and no one wanted to see,

that sadness made her dangerous to use,

the pain was never gone,she never lose..

....somewhere in the lost place of her own

the wind was blowing everything up,

and after the fog that scared million souls,

she was there,sitting on the edge,in a throne,

her scary existence was rare,staring on the center,

this creature had no idea what was hope to wear.

her world was falling apart,her love was taken,

she was drown inside with chains locked

deeper than ocean, malicious like a sin

empty as the void,she was keeper,

she was a reaper,sending souls' death away

i had to fight against her silent sadness,

i had to wash it all away and make her believe

that she was the loved one,she was needed to be free.

-t.f.s.

[Inspired by the anime Black rock shooter]