I gotta tell you something;
I gotta tell you a secret.
Because I’m just tired,
I’m waring down.
I’ve been bruising and cutting myself since I was 12;
I’ve been crying and withering away for almost two decades,
tried ending it for good a few good times,
And I am tired.
I don’t know what this is called
But I listened to some TedTalk about
Being truly honest and vulnerable with yourself.
And I wish Today was different
But I keep doing it you know.
It is so often I wonder you know,
What does it even matter that I’m here.
There’s so much hope in this world,
So many reasons to change, you know.
There’s so many good people
Trying to save our souls,
Offering homes.
But you know, I was never taught how to receive love,
I was only taught how to give to others,
And to take what ever crumbs of “love” and its “forms” were thrown at me.
And I’m just tired.
You know I’m tired of coming home
And bathing in blood and misery.
Yet life just seems perfect from the outside;
days just passing by;
The irony of “all together in one place”.
“Adults” have children these days
But the families are empty
We are just left alone to find home,
In this vast, big world:
Unconsciousness, loneliness, hypnotic conscience, hypnotic inductions.
Sometimes I come home,
Take a shower, hours pass:
Scraping over and over
The dirt and filth
From my disgusting self.
It’s only safe in there;
Locked doors but even a pin drop
Out of the ordinary
And my soul sinks and shrivels.
They call it “c-ptsd”;
I call it my living, breathing reality.
Talking to myself “don’t worry you are safe here”:
We are just left alone to find home;
I cannot find myself
In this vast, big world.
So again, I just fall asleep
And I don’t have anything left for me
As I wrap my lovely feelings around you
Under the covers,
And you reclaim yourself.
And in all the wait and giving,
all the parts of me are drained,
and having rescued the home,
I, slowly die one more time.
~By Maryum Khalid~
Photo (taken by myself of a cold, winter window)
Learning to break the habits we were trained to do, like giving and giving, like putting ourself second to everyone, like believing their talk that we are not deserving somehow … these habits are some of the hardest to give up. Once they go, and we become our own teacher, learning how to love self before anything, we slowly begin learning to fill our own cup. I hope you hang in there. Be a blessing to you. You, after all, are the only one you will spend the rest of your life with, the only ‘constant’. Make sure you love her deeply and cherish her like no one else can.
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Wow 🙏🏾🙏🏾 thank you for your insight and kind words 😳🌼🌼
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I hear you, loud and clear. I always stop and read you because you are real and have a beautiful beautiful soul. ❤️
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Thank you Diana. Thank you. 🙏🏾🙏🏾
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You r welcome dear lady 💜
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