Empty Bottles Full of Stories

by R.H. Sin

I see no peace. I see you in pain. I see the sadness in your eyes and you see it in ours.

Always in me, there is an ocean and sometimes it’s calm, while other nights it drowns the people I love.

Always in me, there is a thunderstorm and some nights it understands me, while other nights it takes my breath away.

Always in me, there is a great sadness and some nights it hurts, while other nights it is silenced by laughter.

I feel like a dying star.

Please save our people. Please heal our children,

i love the way the streets of New York can make chaos look beautiful

stop trying for those who never try for you choose yourself whenever others refuse to choose you stop settling for a love that hurts your heart

i learned to stop giving life to relationships that deserved to die

my father was the first man to betray me he was also the first person to break my spirit

Ouch

to find yourself lost beneath the crumbling foundation that should have been made stronger by the people who raised you they failed you . . .

broken yet strong struggling to find peace in a moment of emotional chaos

Claiming to love you but choosing to hurt your heart. Confused men are the muddy puddles of the earth;

you’ve been brave

you may be restless but you don’t deserve this nightmare

this is why I’ll never judge a guarded heart.

how many drinks until i forget all the things that haunt me while i’m sober

I don’t judge people for wanting to disappear. So many of us are hiding, looking for an exit, eager to leave this all behind. I’ve been there too, and there are times where I struggle with this feeling, but I’ve fallen in love with life

this is when i knew she was the moon to my darkened sky

stop apologizing to people who have no problem with hurting your soul

the secrets that remained chained up in her heart