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Sticks and stonesIt's a fact of life that hurt is painful. Of course, when you read that, you're probably thinking "Naw, really? Of course it does!"
However, if we stopped to think about it, we would realize how much hurt hurts and on how many different levels hurt hurts. But the thing is, no matter how much or how little we feel some sort of hurt, the pain is still there, and it didn't necessarily have to happen. If it was preventative, it is better to take the ill-tasting medicine than to get- or stay- sick. But when you purposefully injure someone, it is just wrong. The old saying about sticks and stones is a flat out lie. Sticks and stones can break your bones, but words are devastating.
Common GroundWhat does everybody have in common?
Everybody feels. We all have emotions, no matter how hard we try to bury them, whether they are happy or angry or whatever. Everybody feels, just like you do. If something would hurt you, chances are it would hurt somebody else too. Now, that doesn't necessarily mean "do unto others as you would have them do to you" because then some people would go around giving everybody hand jobs, while others would end up giving everybody cookies and there would be an increase in diabetes throughout the world. So, as you can see, this isn't necessarily the way to go.
What is the way to go is to use your own feelings to be sensitive to other people's feelings. I know that everyone is capable of doing this because of how many people abuse that power to hurt people. What we need to do is use the power so that the only time we DO hurt people, it's to redirect them into a path that would be,
What is on the other side?When you're staring at your reflection, what do you see? It is obvious to most people that you see an
exact image of yourself, but how do you depict that lingering 'image' that surrounds you?
What exactly do you 'see' when you look into a mirror? Light is everywhere and no person can escape
it. The same can be said about a person's feelings no matter how hard they try to cast a shallow mask
behind their true emotions.
Just how fragile are we? There are some who have more willpower than others, but lack in other
departments that help to build us up. What is it that makes you a strong or weak person?
What are you gazing at? Do you perhaps see a strong individual on that other side of the light? Is
there something dark and mysterious about that 'impostor' that you just can't figure out yet? Where
are you? Who are you?
What is on the other side?
Validating Your Tears (I'm Sorry) But what you don't know is that I'm frustrated that I can't write a poem about the thorns growing on my veins and icebergs in my heart. I can't write about the void in me when he no longer plays me Beethoven's music or sings me out of tune songs. Because there's none. I don't feel anything when he left.
Truth is, I want to feel crushed, and heart broken. Because at least sadness can prove that I loved him before and that what he said about me never loving him is wrong. And I don't want to prove him right with being happy.
I want to write something beautiful about him. I want to write a poem because that's what I know, that's the only thing that had me getting my emotions back in boxes. I want to write a poem about us smiling with dandelions on the roadsides and crying without rain to validate our tears. I want to write some
do it.Suffering isn't always pain.
Sometimes its having to itch your finger,
when you wanna strike a match,
and watch it all just fucking burn.
masochist.It's not the simple pain that I enjoy,
it's simply the pain of loving you,
which gives me my sick thrill.
A VentThere are times when I start to doubt myself. There are times where I start the think that my life is not that great and I begin to wonder why I'm still alive. Questions come into my head like, "Why am I even trying?" and "Where is my life going?" tend to prop up a lot, more than I'd like.
When I look at my life, I wonder how I became so broken. What had happened? When did it happen? How am I even still here? I couldn't answer any of those questions and probably never will.
I remember growing up, but never having any permanent friends. Those that came close always left me and I wondered why. Sometimes I would begin to think that there is probably something wrong with me and that everyone had found out, so they had begun to avoid me.
I felt left out and alone. I wasn't included in any social groups or invited to any parties. Oftentimes, I was always picked last for kickball and the kids on my team would often make it as if I we
My Best Friend"A friend is someone who can see the truth and pain in you even when you are fooling everyone else. "
The world is grey when I want to cry. It blurs and shifts as my eyes fill with tears. As the water builds up, it finally starts to flow down, down, down, hot waves on the searing sand of a beach. Lights flicker and distort as I wipe my tears away and try to think its alright. But it's not. Until you appear. You, a bright shining rainbow that spreads light and colour to every inch of my world. You might not know it, but you're the one that keeps me going. You're the one that is always there for me, even when I want to be alone. I love you for that. Thank you for sticking by me. I treasure the memories that we have made, and look forward to the future.
Ataque de estres/ansiedad Empiezo a sentir mareos, así que me voy tropezando por los pasillos buscando un cuarto vacío. Finalmente encuentro uno. Entró y cierro la puerta con llave para que nadie pueda entrar.
Mire la hora en mi celular. 2:34 am. Creo que fue una mala idea ir por una caminata, a estas horas nadie esta despierto.
Mi corazón se esta acelerando y mis manos tiemblan. Me siento en el piso y sostengo mi cabeza con las manos, tratando de relajarme. Mi respiración es anormal, y estoy sudando.
Ahora no es el momento.
Puedo sentir el hormigueo por todo mi cuerpo aumentar.
No, para, por favor.
Puedo escuchar mi corazón latir. Todo parece estar mas alto y mas callado al mismo tiempo.
Mi visión se pone borrosa, apareciendo y desapareciendo. Mire mis manos, las cuales están temblando incontrolablemente. Me siento aturdida.
Esto me ha pasado antes, bastantes veces en realidad. Cuando me siento sola o como una carga esto pasa. Es por eso que odio enfermarme,
When and WhyWhen is a good time to get hurt?
The only good time is to get hurt a little before we get hurt a lot, like how bracing yourself from falling can sting, but it hurts a lot worse when you don't. When you are preventing a bigger pain, it is ok, but there are still ways to make the hurt less painful. Just use your own feelings to be sensitive of theirs.
So if that's the only time when it's ok to hurt, why do we do we hurt people all those other times?
It's because we are insecure about something and don't know how to react to certain people. Some people react more viciously to more people than others because everyone also handles their problems differently. For example, children in the same environment, like siblings, usually turn out completely different. Just like people that have faced the same pains have different ways of turning out because of it.
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