Minu looming

#1
Sometimes someone hurts you so bad, it stops hurting at all.
Until something makes you feel again.
And then it all comes back.
Every word.
Every hurt.
Every moment.
How could you ever understand, where i come?
Even if you ask,
even if you listen,
you do not really hear,
or see,
or feel.
You don't know my story.
You haven't walked my path.You haven't seen what i've seen.

My past defines me.
This is who I am,
I am unseen,
unhear,
unwanted.
That is what I am, even if i am anything,

It seem like the seemed like, the same thing what held me up, froced me down.
In a world turned upside down and order disappeared.
Nothing was how it was suppose to be.
And a heavy sadness filled my soul.
Deeper and deeper I fell within soul.
And nothing could show me out.
Trapped in the misery of my life.
Lost in the sorrow of my soul.
Unable to see the light.
Uable to see the dawn.
To feel.
To hope.
To dream.

I found the darkest days of my life kept coming.
The blackest nights for my soul never stopped.
It semmed like it was always nighttime and nightmares, and never morning.
And maybe you wonder why, but mostly you try not think about it, and try to get by, and try to survive.
And all the ohter stuff seems so much like nothing compared to just wanting.
The most improtant things back again.
Like wishing you could see your mom smile again and hear her sing that one favorite song that always calmed you down when things are really messed up.
Or if you couldn't have her back, at least take a care of you baby brother beacause you know he needs you, and he's going to be so scared all alone.
And whose going to hold his hand and whisper it's going to be alright to him? And who will whisper it to me?
Nobody... I Know I am helpless, dependet,
desperate,
but what happens when those you need the most threaten your very existence?
I've heard plenty of promises and they sll sound the same.
But push hard enough and sooner or later they all prove to be empty.
The sun comes up every morning, but do you know where?
Each place it's somewhere different.
I'ts hard do find east if you keep moving around, but at least it comes, it always comes.
I've come do depend on that.
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See on siiani kõige parem kirjutanud. Ma isegi ei tea kuhu seda liigitada. Monoloog? Jutt? Lugu?

Aga ühesõnaga. Kas mul on annet? Kas mul on nõtet jätkata kirjutamisega?

Re: Minu looming

#2
Annet on kindlasti... Kuigi see on jutt, hakkas peas üks viisijupike mängima, ning neid kahte kokku pannes saaks isegi hea laulu vist... Paar grammatikaviga ehk oli, aga need pole olulised...
Igal juhul jätka samas vaimus..
Mulle täiega meeldivad inimesed, kes ütlevad, et kui Sul on vaja, ma olen olemas ja nii kui end veidi avad on nad kadunud...

Re: Minu looming

#3
••• kirjutas:Annet on kindlasti... Kuigi see on jutt, hakkas peas üks viisijupike mängima, ning neid kahte kokku pannes saaks isegi hea laulu vist... Paar grammatikaviga ehk oli, aga need pole olulised...
Igal juhul jätka samas vaimus..
Ohoh. Pole ise seda lauluna seostanud. Aga tänan :)
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