Friday, March 24, 2017 , 7:41 AM
Silence—a silent killer
Every thought unexpressed burdens your mind. Letting go of what you're supposed to is not easy. Being positive requires strength—it will consume every ounces of energy you have in your mind and physical to even push yourself up from your bed.
Not every problem requires you to be strong. Fragile and weak, that's what humans are. But they can choose to be strong. As strong as a metal or a concrete or simply, as strong as a human can be.
I learned the hard way that you don't have to be positive all the way. Mourn for the death of your loved ones to others you trust before you can fully move on.
My mistake—standing up too fast after each deaths I've faced. The thought that things happened because they are meant to be always fill my head. I shouldn't have done that.
Regrets filled me and the more regrets I have, the quieter I've become. The less I laughed, the less I'm having fun. I don't feel happy simply because I want to, I look happy so that others don't fall into sadness.
Hopeful and positive are what I've always been. Seeing others fell into something they can't get out from if no one helps them makes me the way I am.
Everybody hurts. Even the strongest you've seen and been with, they've been hurt and fell down so many times. If you think you've have too much, then just hang on.
Each one of us went through life with regrets and sadness that will roam their mind until the day they die. You and I, we're the same. The experience may be different for each of us, the circumstances may look different to each and every one of us but we're the same.
Feeling sad is normal. Mourning is normal. Do it. Don't hold back.
Don't be a silent person.
Silence is a silent killer.
They will kill you slowly and you don't even know it.
Thursday, March 23, 2017 , 12:41 AM
The Sound of Silence
The eyes are the windows to the souls...
When the mouth is sewn shut and the thoughts linger;
Throw it away into an abyss,
Never to be seen again.
Unable to utter a single word,
You desperately try to find a way to escape.
Failing sooner or later—this, you knew deep down.
You kept all inside the box of thoughts;
Never to be heard again.
Struggling for air and gasping for life,
The search continues to find the meaning;
"What is there to live for, anyway?"
The mind narrates its own story.
The story—its vicious effect to the mind;
Distort the box of thoughts in a way nothing can.
Day by day, the mind becomes crooked.
Alone and in despair,
You lost all hope.
Silence is a powerful weapon.
The sound of silence can break the mightiest of a person...
Slowly sending its victim into a crippling despair,
Mourning for the lost of self.
Its victim always have been the one that is strong;
and powerful, striding proudly with the head held high.
But the barrier of hope soon fell into destruction.
Full of debris, the person tries to reconstruct and recreate...
Soon, everything just falls apart again.
The sound of silence,
Don't let it come get you,
or you will never see yourself ever again.
(I am in no such way is in depression or sad. The idea just came all of a sudden and I thought I would write it here. Though, I am in a bit of a fragile emotional state but I am recovering slowly with the help of my lovely boyfriend)