And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. Except that the string was coming from my center.Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry (via durianquotes)
My demons look like you sometimes.Thursday, May 8th, 2014 (via lovely—delight)
I Am Silent
Meaningful words are hard for me
Caught in my throat, in my emotions.
What comes so easily for others,
is painful for me.
I do not have beautiful words,
to make what I have sound easy for you to hear
but that no longer matters,
because I have never felt so powerless,
So unable to do anything but cry
a lifeless doll with rivers running down my face.
I NEED TO MOVE,
I need to do anything
So I will no longer stay silent.
I will no longer let the lives of others go unnoticed.
I will no longer sit and watch,
sit and watch the crimes happening.
I will yell,
I will SCREAM.
Can you see the the broken body’s of Palestinians?
Can you hear the fighting souls of lost Kashmiris?
Are you crying for the loss of the MH17?
Will we not take a stand?
Will we not show our grief?
No more hiding.
I say let them know me.
Let them laugh at me.
Let them even fear me.
But no more will I hide,
NO MORE WILL I STAY SILENT.