And suddenly, it starts to weigh me down again,
Echoes of the hurt come rushing in.
Trying to soothe the chaos deep within,
Reminding myself how far I’ve been.
But it all begins to blur and bend,
Like I’m right back where I began again.
Trapped in a cycle I can't outspin—
Again!
I tell myself I've grown, I've healed,
But old wounds knock like they're unsealed.
The shadows whisper, soft but clear,
Feeding every hidden fear.
I wear a smile, but it's a mask,
Pretending peace is an easy task.
Still circling thoughts I can't contain—
Again!
I chase the light, I seek the sun,
But the night returns when day is done.
Each step I take feels just like before,
Different path, but the same old war.
Hope flickers faint, yet won’t let go,
A quiet fire beneath the woe.
I'm tired, but I rise through pain—
Again.
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Writer @whosaysyourenotperfect_ (Instagram)
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People come and go
But the memories remains
Further for the rest of our lives
memories keep us together
Make us realise, How important
a particular bond was.-
Ourselves.
It shows us
Damage things are everywhere
It's just on us
How to present them.-
The sacrifice you can do for them,
Actions you perform to show them.
How much you are in love for them,
And what beyond this universe,
you can do to get them.
-
Your feelings sometime
It's okay to hide
yourself for a while
It's okay to hide
Things you always
Wanted to brief of life
It's okay to hide
The real value of the pile
You collected all together
Just to express for whole time.-
Overthinking will just kill
The peace and happiness
That you've built inside you
Forgetting all negativity and regrets so far.-
All those thoughts
That i left on bed
To settle down my head
All those fears
I regret to be afraid of
All those mistakes
Which make me sacrifice
Things against and again
Till now.-
Peace of my mind
Resting face for life
A beautiful day
With a silent mid-day
Creatively simple things
Get attached to me.-
That sales in this ocean
Without an end
Waiting for a perfect shore
To stop this race.
— % &-
Is not indulging with others
It's with myself only
I expect too much, too soon
Without knowing what other
Person is thinking to be
Such distractions hurt a lot
But at last i know it's my fault.— % &-