venting helps me breathe

September 27, 2011
By StellaStar27 SILVER, Greenville, South Carolina
StellaStar27 SILVER, Greenville, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
“To me, “FEARLESS” is not the absence of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, FEARLESS is having fears. FEARLESS is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, FEARLESS is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. FEARLESS is falling madly in love again, even though you’ve been hurt before. FEARLESS is walking into your freshmen year of high school at fifteen. FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again… even though every time you’ve tried before, you’ve lost. It’s FEARLESS to have faith that someday things will change. FEARLESS is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can’t breathe without them. I think it’s FEARLESS to fall for your best friend, even though he’s in love with someone else. And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they’ll never stop doing, I think it’s FEARLESS to stop believing them. It’s FEARLESS to say “you’re NOT sorry”, and walk away. I think loving someone despite what people think is FEARLESS. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is FEARLESS. Letting go is FEARLESS. Then, moving on and being alright…That’sFEARLESS too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after. That’s why I write these songs. Because I think love is FEARLESS.”
― Taylor Swift

there is an ache inside my heart

and a break inside my thoughts

i pace back and forth

through the hallways of my confused heart

everytime i think im growing stonger ,

i close my eyes and im haunted by nightmares and memories that push me back futher

i hear enemies call my name

there paths i can not cross, for into their traps i will fall

my mistakes, my pain i feel will haunt me till in my grave i lay.

morbid thoughts fill my mind

when i lay to sleep, peacefull dreams is not what i see

flashbacks of nighmares before my eyes

i dont want your pitty now

its too late you missed to much

what was right in front of you has withered away and is gone some how

ive tried to paint you a picture with the words you choose not to read

ive tried to speak my mind though you choose not to listen

oblivious, to you, me you can not to see

poetry is not what this is meant to be

venting simply helps me breathe.

The author's comments:
after naming numerous poems "venting helps me breathe" i wrote this one and i just sorda seemed appropriate,

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