She Just Wants to Forget (What She Felt) (Volume 2)

by R.H. Sin

The teachers of your lessons were devils pretending that they could provide some sense of heaven and you believed it because you grew weary of experiencing hell.

I think there’s this part of you that remains hidden. There’s a side of you that most people rarely see. You’ve buried that part of you deep like roots beneath trees, undiscovered by those who were never willing to search for you. There’s way too much depth in your soul and those too lazy to explore your extra layers have all come up short and you willingly allow it, you don’t bother to tell them that there’s more because you know that not everyone deserves all of which you have to offer. You’ve hidden so much because you’re tired of the betrayal that follows behind those who don’t deserve passage upon your heart’s bridge. So much of you left to be discovered by someone who doesn’t have to be told where to go. Someone who knows what to do and how to treat you without hurting you in the process. I think there’s this part of you that will mean the world to the right person, but until then, you will always mean the world to yourself and there is nothing wrong with protecting your light from those who will only represent darkness.

but no matter what storm may come you will always survive because you are more powerful than anything that arrives to break you if all you ever have is yourself then you will save you and that, in fact, is enough

i don’t want to say i suffer from depression i thrive through it

hell is looking over at the person you love and realizing that they hate to see you happy

I’ll be honest, even though you sometimes feel broken, even though you sometimes feel like a mess, you are allowed to be imperfect. You are allowed to be demanding. You are allowed to be upset. No one is allowed to make you feel bad for simply loving and wanting to be loved.

Every woman has a breaking point that causes apologies to be deemed useless, a point where “love” no longer carries weight or meaning. What I’m trying to say is that it doesn’t matter how much she loves you, if you push her to that point, she’ll make up her mind to walk away.

i found happiness after i realized that losing you would never be a loss

how strange it is that you can be brought to life with the first kiss and destroyed by the last

One day she began to weep, she had finally broken down from this weight that she’d been carrying and every tear contained a memory, a piece of you as she was literally purging away all the times you caused her heart to feel miserable. She cried because she was finished. She cried because she was done being hurt by you.

So, what’s your prognosis, Doc? Is my ability to feel the peaks of happiness or the lows of sadness a problem? Or is it my gift, a gift you’ve denied so many of by telling them they’re sick when really they’re actually free.

I should be afraid I guess, uncomfortable maybe but I am never more at peace than when sitting in the silence with nothing but the sound of my own heart. Being alone is not a punishment, it doesn’t need to be. I’m more at home when alone

I’m alone but not really because I’m well aware of the individuals who feel exactly like me. Maybe even you, we see seclusion and silence as a way to renew. A way to reboot. They judge us as if something is wrong, only because they misunderstand the melody in our song. The longing to get away and stay away in an attempt to find our way to a space where the meaningful happens. Labeling anti-everything when honestly we’re only anti-things that have no purpose in our lives.