Tag: Emotional
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Emotion Police
What do you do when you have nothing to say? The simple answer is, of course, don’t say anything. I have this issue where I want to cause the least amount of stress for everyone around me. The problem is I can’t do a lot of physical things, so I try to help out wherever ... -
Buckets
I have cried tears that could fill buckets. I cried tears when those very buckets turned to cold showers-cold, breath-catching. Then catching and cutting my heart, deep and sudden. I have cried tears that have turned into oceans. I would gladly cross for those that would follow after me.I know plenty who would never risk jumping a puddle to ... -
She Will Always Be Loved
She stares blankly in the mirror, looking at her reflection. Her eyes used to glimmer with hope, now they seem empty. She’s tired, always so tired. Going through the motions of life with the mask of happiness, trying to appease the world. The mask falters rarely, and when it does, she’s quick to adjust it. ... -
I Am Worthy Of This Life
Every time thoughts of giving you up cross my mind, my heart breaks. I’ve given up on you enough times. I’ve thought of it constantly, every day, I tell myself I need to let you go. I can’t. Giving you up isn’t an option. It isn’t something to think about anymore. Walking away from you ... -
The Ship Is Sinking
My love for her came far too late. It was that way when she was led to me. Looking at her, you would have never known. Her smile broken, but still lit up the room. She was beautiful in a way you would have harp of angels. She was beautiful, and I would have followed her ... -
My Experience With Emotional Support Phone And Chat Lines
My life has been stressful as of late. I cannot pretend everything is smooth at all times. My mother was my main resource for the longest time, and she still is. A quote that my mother uses, “You’re only as happy as your saddest child.” My stress can wear her down. She has her own ... -
Stop And Go
Brake lights. My chest feels shrunken. Stop and go. Stop and go. Stop and go. Stop. I no longer want to see my friends, this drive is not worth it. I blink my eyes a few times—they are glassy. My body, I shall attempt to describe it, something was off. I had been separated from ... -
Sway With A Corpse
Have you ever stared into the eyes of a corpse that was still breathing? A corpse not resting calmly in a casket, but standing straight, pallid, rigid, bleak– it’s quite a devastating experience I must admit, especially when I realized this is not a gruesome dream. –this is my reality. The encounter took place ...