The Lost Diary of a Hurt Soul
Stories (2/0)
My Soul Made a Home with Yours
I am completely and utterly in love with you. I’m in love with the endearing words that you call me and the way your words hug my heart. I’m in love with the way you’ve grown into a man worth calling a home. You are the home of my soul because home is where the heart is and sweetheart, you stole that a long time ago. Have you ever thought of that phrase? You stole my heart. It sounds bad, like I never wanted you to have my heart in the first place, but let's be real here, I gave you my heart and I refuse to ever take it back because I know that you’ll take care of it better than anyone else ever could.
By The Lost Diary of a Hurt Soul6 years ago in Poets
Happiness and Depression Are Lovers Fighting for Custody Over Me…
I’m being eaten alive by depression. It comes in waves of small monsters hiding under my bed rising up to be 10 feet tall. My monsters comfort me, they bring me peace and remind me of an old best friend. My breathing feels heavy, like there are mountains in my lungs, but the mountains are so beautiful. I have Dreams, big Dreams, Dreams that are so big that they tower over my 10 feet tall monsters, yet they cower in fear of Desolation and Pain.
By The Lost Diary of a Hurt Soul6 years ago in Poets