It’s not about the tears we shed, it’s about the reasons that are behind them.
It’s not about the attitude we show, it’s about the pain we hide
It’s never easy to say how we feel when our heart is broken inside.
In the silence we drown in the words we feel the urge to say
When the moment of feeling lost covers the heart and we try so hard to understand
What is going on; the truth about what we see, is it real?
The pain in our soul, why is it so deep?
It’s not about them or us, it’s about when we get lost
One word, in one word that they didn’t mean, in one act which was by mistake
Is it a crime to be real and speak your mind ?
It’s not about the distance we create, it’s about the days we miss without listening to a word
It’s a day of feeling lost, real happiness escapes..
It’s not about the confusion that we feel,
It’s all about that no matter what happens they will always be soo dear….
Hello everyone, just wanted to announce the release of my first book ” Let Them Go With A Smile”. It’s on AuthorHouse.com & here’s the link:
She sits in silence her tears pouring down, her hands shivering and dancing to the rhythm of her heart beat. It’s a glimpse into what surrounds her, a past that turns her world around. Calling out names of people who have faded away, nothing in her ears except the echo shaking her cold body. Nothing in her eyes but tears, she’s a woman in black living moments of fear…
What covered her soul with sadness? What made her wings too weak to fly as high as she had dreamed? She had been an angel with a pure heart, no wounds caused by lies, not afraid to walk in the sunshine, wise and full of life. Now she’s an aching heart, dancing in the dark with broken wings. When she falls and another wound appears on her body, she’s content with her bleeding skin. But there are other wounds that are hidden inside of her heart.
She heads to her closet to pick a colorful dress, maybe it can help her to take a step to happiness, she hope so anyway. If she could change the colour she wears, picking her favorite dress with a broken smile, she thinks she might change her dark mood for a colorful one. But standing in front of her mirror, what she sees is herself wearing black again, how come she wondered looking down, it’s a colorful dress, but a glimpse into the mirror and it’s black again… It’s the reflection of her aching soul in the mirror, that can’t allow her to be happy, won’t allow her to fool herself by covering her body with a colorful dress. She’s not smart enough to fool her soul, it’s not about her body, it’s about what lies within. When skin is wounded it bleeds, but then it heals. Maybe there will be a scar as a reminder of the wound, maybe not. But when her soul is wounded, it is a hurt without bleeding or screaming, and she is lost in a body that doesn’t know what to do. A wounded prisoner in a sad body, that can’t give up, yet can’t escape. That is the blackness in the woman’s soul…
She would break her mirror to destroy the truth she’s denying…. The truth that hurts, the truth that would always be there… Leaving her room the pieces of her mirror cover the floor, they seem to her like shards of her aching soul…. Please Lord give me strength she screams silently, asking for the power to feel strong enough, to stand up on her own again. She has faith to ask God for help, to look up in prayer when everything else would turn her down. When none of those passing can give their hands to help her up, only God is willing to do that.
She knows that all those who came her way may be good people, but still they turned, to become a pain in her life, turned now into illusion. The love she gave taken for granted, the friends she trusted have left her alone with doubt, and those who passed away have left her with a dead heart and a soul in pain, turning her days into black. So many questions she asks herself. Asking why? Such an easy and short word, but the answer is so complicated and hard. Walking slowly with breaking steps, she’s too young to feel old this way. She’s full of life, so why is she’s dying silently everyday? What makes her switch on the light in the middle of the day, when the sun is shining and warm? She lives in the light but sees nothing but darkness, she has her own world no one else can enter, to be there to share her pain. All she sees is darkness, opening her eyes or closing them, it’s all the same. Who should she blame that the light has left her life? Who would take her hand and walk slowly with her, who can show her the way. Who would be brave enough, kind enough, to make her feel safe? She tries through her faith to light her way, she asks for God’s help in all the ways she knows. She has none beside her except God and her faith.
She’s a young woman who was surrounded by big numbers of friends, but started to lose them one by one until she ended up alone. She has memories that she keeps of things she can’t feel or see any more. The breeze touching her face, the flowers and the trees playing in breeze, the giggling of kids and their innocent faces. Recalling them makes her feel a little alive, but all that she hears is a killing silence that she fears. She can feel the happiness of other women with their children and their men when they are pass her by, but yet she can’t dare to wish to have a family and kids too. It’s spring time and the sun is shining outside, she touches her lips making sure she’s smiling, heads to her closet to try to figure out which colorful dress to wear, picking her blue dress, she never looks at her mirror. Standing on her balcony she tries to be strong, a passing neighbor tells her she looks good today, she smiles, forgets herself and goes to see herself in the mirror, all she sees is black. Her soulful eyes fill with tears, ruining her make up, she breaks down on the floor, and breaks another mirror, it’s not her mirrors fault.
Darkness is covering her life. There is only her faith left now to light up her way. She searches again and again through her faith to re-find her security and joy. She’s a blind woman fighting every day to find her way back to happiness. In the past she was a happy girl full of life. They all see her as the girl in the ever-changing colourful dresses, she has her own world. In her sight everything has changed, she has forgotten the sensation of being happy, she accepts the bitter fact, she’s a woman in black.
Have you ever looked deeply in their eyes? There is a hidden message, have you ever read it? Through their silence, did you try to hear their unspoken words? They were screaming for help, have you ever heard them? When they take away their own life, you judge them as bad people or even unstable ones, but who knows what they have been through to reach that level of depression that pushed them to commit suicide? Behind closing doors we never know what’s going on in other’s lives.
People face a tremendous number of troubles, a few prefer to consult a psychologist, and some think that it’s a personal issue no one should interfere with. In the other hand they drown in the troubles. They keep on increasing until they lose control of themselves; they pay the price or the people who are close to them pay the price. Sometimes, the problem may be a very simple one, but it depends on the age of the person. When a 10 year old boy/girl faces a situation of bullying in school, at the same time he/she might have family problems and no one is there to listen to them. That for sure would affect their life, especially with the insecurity they are facing in their home. They would be having difficulties in their study, and also lack of self-esteem. They would think that they are not welcome in this life, instead of having good time in school to forget their problems at home, they are being scared to go there watching everyone destroying them. And when they go back home after school, instead of having a loving family who can help them, they are having a hard time with their parents. For them it is as if they are moving from hell to hell. When those children commit suicide, then everyone would wake up, and start searching for the reasons that lead that child to take away his/her life. They start wondering and recalling how they were always calm; they were polite and never talked in a loud voice. They were obeying, never hurt anyone. At home their parents go to check if there are any obstacles that their child was facing in school, and there they know what was going on with their child, but after what? After they lost them. Where were they when their child was coming back from school with teary eyes? Where were they when they called him/her for lunch and said they prefer to stay in their room? Where were they when their child woke up crying and feeling scared not knowing what to do. They never think of their child until after they lose them. They then remember that they should go and ask about what was happening with their child. This is what I call selfish. When parents want to be selfish, why would they get married? When they don’t want to protect their children with their eyes, why would they have children? If they are immature to solve their troubles with wisdom, why would they involve other lives in theirs?
We don’t expect a 10 year old child or even 15 years old teen to get what’s going on around them. When it’s too much to handle, especially at this age , they need caring people to keep on watching over them and guiding them to the right track, because even if they passed that phase in their life, they might drown later when they get older. They would be involved in other issues, like: drugs, violence, stealing etc.. If they opened their eyes watching their dad violent with their mom, they would do the same when they get married, and they would consider their actions right, because their dad is their idle. We never know what’s going on behind closing doors. Families face battles, and the silence that covers up, we would explore suddenly with hearing shocking news, and our first thought is: “They looked like a very happy family, what happened to them?” But the truth is, they’ve never been a happy family, their home’s doors were closing all the time, and we never know what was going on there. However, some people love to judge others; it’s in their nature. They never look at the reasons that led to that person to take way his/her life; they always focus on the result.
A little accident happened with me lately. Someone knocked on our door, I opened up and I saw an old man in his early 60’s. He seemed lost, something in his eyes made me wonder at the same moment what’s with that man. He asked me about my dad, I replied that dad is not home. I was about to ask him if he would like to leave a message to dad, he left me talking to myself and turned his back and left. My mom came at that moment and saw me and the expression on my face because of how he left. She asked me: “Who’s that? And what does he want?” I was really shocked and said, “What’s going on with that man? He just left me talking to myself without saying a word of thanks. I was kind of not satisfied about what he did, especially that I was very polite with him. My mother smiled for what happened with me, but in someway, that man stuck on my head. I kept thinking of what was wrong with him, he seemed very lost, his eyes were really teary. I felt something wrong with him and that’s why he was on my mind until a few days ago, I heard that he committed suicide. I was shocked, and recalled the moment I opened the door and saw him standing there lost, as if he’s searching for something. I knew the reason why he left me talking to myself without even saying “Thank you” or if as he’ll come again later. I recognized how much he was not there even when he was there asking about my dad. He wasn’t focusing on what he’s doing or with whom he’s talking. Later on, I knew from others who knew that man that he has tremendous troubles in his family and with his son. I wish I never saw him. I keep wondering why did he give up at this age? He must have been in a very difficult situation through his life, but why would he give up now? He’s supposed to be stronger and wiser to deal with his problems. But then again, I’m not in his shoes to know what was going on with that old man. I keep recalling his teary eyes and wish I could help him. I never knew that people at this age might take away their life too. Now I know more than ever, that no matter how strong the person might be, no matter how happy the person might look, in one moment he might be the weakest, and in one moment he might collapse and break down.
Never bully a person, you should be thinking that you may be pushing them to end their lives. Never ignore the tears you see in other’s eyes, with one question you ask: “Are you okay? Can I help you?” you may be saving his life by knowing that there is someone ready to open his arms and hold them and stand by them. Always try to make those who feel insecure, feel security. Find a way and show them love and care, you may be helping them to live longer.
Behind closing doors, there is a hidden secret; you can’t break those doors to find the truth. But at least, never judge in a bad way on those who take away their life, or even on those who try to and fail. Ask yourself why didn’t you wipe their tears at least once? Why didn’t you hear them screaming instead of closing your ears? Why didn’t you think to solve their problems when they kept silent? It’s true that their home’s door was closed and you couldn’t do anything to help, but why didn’t you ever take the chance to get close to them when they opened the door and left their home, instead of judging them?
They are humans just like us, enjoying their life, and having their own families. But, they always feel as if they don’t belong to the world they are living in; they feel like they are strangers from their family and friends. They are the outsiders.
Agony is their best friend; no matter how hard they try to let themselves get out of that circle of misery, they can’t. They are unable to resist the feeling that the whole world is against them, even with their friends, they keep on feeling that they don’t belong to that friendship. They live as strangers in this life, living to figure out what they lack, but they never find the reason behind this feeling. They never find the answers for their questions.
Sensitivity is their first problem, and aggression is one of their biggest issues. However, it is not towards people, sometimes just towards themselves. They treat themselves as if their existence is their fault; the world looks at them as normal people but they victimize themselves. What lies behind their odd sentiments is what they have been through in life.
Violence is one of the main reasons that cause them to have a low self esteem. Especially when they experience it with their families; this is a real tragedy, for a family should save them from violent behavior that they face outdoors. The definition of a home should be a place that reinforces confidence, comfort, tenderness, safety, respect, happiness and so on. So when the fear grows with them inside their home, when they leave their place every morning to face the street life with no self-esteem, they are not able to face the world bravely. Their families are supposed to welcome them with arms wide open to decrease their pain, but instead, that same family turns their back on them. Therefore, the feeling that they don’t belong to the world they live in starts to grow up inside of them. If his/her own family has never accepted them, then they begin to think, “How can strangers or the whole world accept me?” And so, they started their journey outdoor as outsiders.
Their weak personality prevents them from accepting others, and no matter how simple things go, they view it in a negative way. They always doubt their abilities and people who surround them. They are used to expecting to be the ones held responsible; even if someone is complimenting them, they feel as they are being bullied. And if someone defends them for some reason, they feel as if they are being pitied. In their opinion, they are bothering every person they meet on this earth, though they are not. The outsiders have a fragile heart; they feel that the whole world is working against them. Their negative thoughts and what they have been through their life, make things worse on them when they go out to experience life. They meet people who will make fun of them, will have managers who will be little them, will face challenges, and will fail to avoid the traps that some competitors set up to make them fall. How are they supposed to move on with their life as outsiders?
They didn’t choose to have this feeling; no one likes to be a stranger in life, live emotionally away from his/her own family, or have a kind of distance with their close friends. But life sometimes is unfair to some people, especially when their families help the world be against them. They become paranoid, with a hunch that everyone is following them; they feel that they are wrong even though they are right. They are humans just like us; they are living between us but far away, they are living inside this world but as outsiders .
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