Inklingpen

"You would stand in the room so still sometimes, so wordless sometimes, as if the greatest betrayal of yourself would be to reveal one more inch of your character." For you could be so near to breaking away yet have the courage to hold up places where you fill your spaces. #letterstoheal ~©Darkpit

I am at my best when I am at my lowest; the words that never spilled out are exactly what my pen writes. When my heart aches, there is no better poetry than the one that weeps. You could tell me I am at my best either way, but I know what my potential once was and what it has become. Honesty never killed me, but seeing myself dry out like one of those flowers that were watered and cared for as if there were no tomorrow, only to be plucked one day, does. A legacy is what never dies, and all I see is a crematory of words—words I was unable to write while my mind wandered. Often, the fear of letting go without expressing the zillions of thoughts I knew could affect those around me lingers subconsciously. A guilt of what could have been, and what is now. Facing reality is difficult, but knowing it's out there somewhere is what keeps hope alive. And I am willing to spark it, to create a garden of all those tarnished flowers that were once trampled or plucked by the visitor. #atwistedstory 13 ~©Darkpit

DON’T WRITE If the words don’t burn you like fire licking the edges of paper, don’t write. If they don’t rise from the pit of your stomach, raw, gnawing at your bones, don’t write. If they don’t make you lose sleep, turning in the dark, tangled in your own thoughts, don’t write. If they don’t split you open, force you to bleed onto the page until your hands shake— don't write If you just want to impress a girl to love you, to craft something pretty like a well-wrapped gift with nothing inside, don’t write. If you’re chasing applause, if you’re craving approval, if you’re hungry for a spotlight instead of the shadows, don’t write. If they don’t come from the place you’re afraid to look, the place that hurts to touch, don’t write. Wait until they claw their way out of you, until they’re screaming to be born. Only then…… write.

And then come the days when the pain isn't raw and piercing, aching in every fiber of your being, but rather soft, like a ringtone that occasionally barges in and aches, marking that you are halfway through your healing. #you #letterstoheal ~©Darkpit

You claim to understand the silence between my words, but it is the words themselves that carry the weight. My sorrow is not yours to bear, and yet, if you choose to hold it, I will gently take your hand, leading you through the labyrinth of my pain—so you may see if it is a burden you can share. If not, know that my scars are part of me, as much as my breath and being. The illusions I weave are not for you to repair, but to let you see me as whole as you need me to be. We do not always need to mend those we love. Sometimes, it is enough to fill them with the warmth of your affection, and let them heal in their own time. #us ~©Darkpit

#letterstoheal

You can cry in my arms, weep, and tell me how unfair life has been to you. I’ll still sweep you into my warmth, listening patiently. The fireworks beneath the facades you wear so vividly in daylight are the ones that ignite my poem within. Gently, I’ll kiss you as you drift to sleep, beneath the shelter of love you call home. And when the world grows heavy. I’ll be here—arms wide open— waiting for you to seek refuge. #you ~©Darkpit

She was the metaphor little did she realise.

To be the softer version of who you are; you need to go through wars to discover shades of yourself that need the love you so freely give to others. It's okay to protect your emotions if it destroys your peace. Sometimes, you need to walk through the thorns and grow in the wildest of environments, because the version of you that needs the roughness to move forward can only emerge through challenge. Let this be a reminder: you don't need to fix everything or solve every problem. You can find peace and grow, even in uncomfortable situations, if they serve your growth. You are not the kind of flower that is easily trampled on the streets; rather, you are the one too beautiful to be plucked by just anyone. Know your worth and stand firm in who you are. For there is no one who knows you better than yourself. #you ~©Darkpit

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The swirling emotions caged inside these metal walls haunt me every night I try to close my eyes. These emotions, the debt of my past I can't let go of, weigh heavily on me—not on a scale, but as a burden on my tongue when I speak to those who are supposed to love me. I am urged to be tender, gentle, soft, and so much more that I am not. I lose touch with who I am when my void isn't filled with emotions adequate enough to love them. Perhaps they were right—maybe the problem lies within me. Always will. Whether it's loving someone so deeply that you'd take a bullet for them or despising someone so fiercely that even gold and diamonds couldn't sway you, there are different variations of people. Sometimes, it's not about you; it's the environment you're surrounded by. And yes, maybe you're the one to blame for that. But sometimes, it's all you've got, and that's how you survive. It takes time. #snippet ~©Darkpit

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If only I truly possessed the cold heart I always claimed. Perhaps then, letting go wouldn’t feel so heavy. #agony ~©Darkpit

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Perhaps all I need to end my misery is for you to stop treating me like I’m not the one you were once intrigued by. #helpless #oneliner ~©Darkpit

Be very gentle with yourself. In the end, you'll be the one who's always there for yourself. Remember that. ❤️‍🩹 #letterstoheal

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"Just because you love the ocean doesn't mean you need to drown in it." #letterstous