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abrighterspark · 6 months
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piece together
my patchwork soul
select each emerald thread
sew, with care, and intent to mend
the parts where love leaves holes
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wondersinrain · 6 months
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mafaldaknows · 5 months
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Instagram: johnp.shanley
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Ich will gehen....nur halte ich eine Kindheit in meinen Händen.
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likhitha-die-for-bts · 2 months
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steffenwithfriends87 · 3 months
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jed-the-newspaperguy · 11 months
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Are you proud of Danny? Do you see yourself in him? Why do you want him so desperately to be soldier like you?
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???: p....proud... proud? Danny proud?
What happend with the soul of this man? It's so fragil, so broken. Just fragments of memories and behaviors drinking at a bar. He certainly knew the name Danny. Can it feel?
???: Proud.. proud Danny? ..proud Danny for? ..Danny ...Danny DannyDannyDanny! NOT PROUD! DANNY KILL ME!!
???: Danny me? Me Danny? N. O. He hides in shadow. I'm not.
???: ...replace. Continue. Fight. ...he weak. He never make it.
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I’m not sure it it has been the right decision, hopefully it was not an unrepairable mistake
I’m willing to take the risk
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lunaprincipessa · 5 months
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ENTRY THIRTY-SIX
Struggling a lot lately with the thought and feeling of being broken. What exactly is it though? I can feel it through and through but putting into words is something else. I looked up a random definition. It said:
"People who feel emotionally broken have low self-esteem and tend to be unhappy. You may feel hopelessness or in despair. Perhaps you feel inadequate or unworthy of love. Of course, none of these things are true, but they are common for people who believe they are broken."
That's pretty much how I would describe what I'm going through. I don't have a healthy self-image and any joy I come across in life is often overshadowed by fear and sadness. There is disparity and hopelessness because... what if it's too late? I feel inadequate in a lot of aspects in life and yes, I feel unworthy of love most of the time despite how badly I wish and long for it. As far as the definition goes, is that it? I looked up another definition. It said:
"The terminology of "broken soul" may refer to someone experiencing mental or emotional instability due to their life experiences or past trauma. Signs of a "broken soul" include someone who wants to be alone, has low self-esteem or self-worth, and may feel unworthy of being loved."
Ok, so there's a little more detail, and one that I also resonate with. On a more philosophical side, I believe the flesh can be broken but not the soul. That's a whole other entry though. Continuing on... I admit to, and acknowledge my mental and emotional instability due to life experience and trauma. About 80% of my life so far has been rotten between physical abuse, rape, getting stolen from, being cheated on, an immense amount of loss (both loved ones and sentimental items), betrayal, working hard since the age of 14 yet having nothing to show for it, and circumstances beyond my control robbing me of much needed life-changing opportunities. That's just to name a few.
Life has not been easy for me, amongst millions of others that have experienced the same thing. True, no one said life would be fair, but no one warned us about how severely it can beat you down, doesn't matter if you're a good person. In fact, being a good person only guarantees you'll suffer more than the average. I do want to be alone but that's because of trust issues. I want a significant other, I want friends, I want that sense of community more than anything else but I've been hurt so damn much, I don't even know if I can trust it when it does come around. It's a very lonely and exhausting thing to go through. Again with the self-esteem and self-worth, to which I have none.
I feel as though middle age and being a single mother has caused me to lose value as a human being. American society certainly doesn't help with its hatred against single mothers and the passiveness toward the men who abandoned their families. I know I can love and care for someone, but am I even worthy of it in the first place? This is my struggle, the battle I fight with an unsharpened sword and a cracked shield. I was never prepared for what I endured, or the aftermath afterward.
These are the definitions I found searching for just that, "broken person definition," or "what makes a broken person?" What if I changed the key words in the search? How about, "how do I know if I'm broken?" It said:
"Feeling overwhelming sadness, stress, or having altered eating or sleeping patterns are common in people who express feeling broken or after something traumatic had happened. Some people report feeling physical symptoms, such as body aches and digestive issues."
Yes to all unfortunately. The sadness and stress is immobilizing to say the least. Makes me want to give up and lose interest in general. The trauma and the unmedicated ADHD is forever fucking with my eating and sleep patterns. Some days, I can't be bothered with solid food if I forget, if l don't care, or if the lack of self-esteem internally screams insults at me, causing unhealthy weight loss. Our generation didn't have the body positively that younger women have today. The aches, the exhaustion, the stomach issues... all gifts from trauma and a rough fuckin life. Thanks. 😑 As if the experiences themselves weren't enough to go through, here comes life with a handful of salt for the open wounds.
I keep going though. I just pick up the broken pieces and I keep going. I have no idea what the future holds or if there's really any point to anything but I keep going. I have to. We gotta fight for our kids and we gotta outlive our enemies. Because that is the real revenge against anything or anyone that ever tried to hurt us, thriving.
More thoughts later.
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covered-in-bones · 10 months
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you broke my heart
but you didnt break my soul
that was broken long before you
but i dont know which hurt worse
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romangoldendreams · 6 months
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With every look he got from her he only got her soul broken into pieces, her fragility not hidden, that porcelain doll facade, helpless, broken.
She was weak, and they both knew it. She was intelligent and determined in her work, for everything in life, but not for problems or difficult situations. All of her was torn from top to bottom, and depression, sadness and everything that makes up the word strength disappeared from her person. She totally lacked the energy that he had, and it was precisely because of that weakness and disability that she openly showed that made him fall in love with her, lose himself in her gaze, in that tattered body, and heal his soul stained by fear, broken by injuries, because she was coward while he was brave enough for both.
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wondersinrain · 8 months
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ELEGY OF MADNESS ► Broken Soul (Official Video)
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dilapidatedmadness · 9 months
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No… no you can’t fix that. Trust me, I’ve tried.
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yetanothergayfurryman · 10 months
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The one to blame - A Death inspired poem
(This is based headcanons and a little bit canon, after saying that, have this.)
I am the one to blame
For your kind i am the evil incarnate
From them, i receive all the hate
I am the one to fear
When your time comes near
You will get to know me
And understand the nights i shed tears
Waiting for someone to understand how i feel
I am the one who is lonely
My tears flow slowly
I just wish to feel loved
There is no one i could talk to
Because i am the monster
Will there be an end to my mental torture?
That is not quite sure
But one thing i know
Is that life is precious
So be sure to make every second count
Because when the time comes
You will see me
I want to feel alive
I want to feel the burning sensation of love
From the arms of another man
But that won't happen soon
Because when your people look at me
The only thing they see
Is their biggest fear
And in a broken soul they see
Someone they can blame
And lay all their hate
And that is why
In the end
I am the one to blame
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