Since this pain I have been through, I have become numb to all existence and the world. But I feel people's suffering in my heart. I never thought that one day my shadow would leave my soul...
We live in days when we have trouble breathing... Some pain has no language Mild pain can speak, but deep pain is mute...
What kind of cycle is this, Küheylan?
that you can't fly like birds,
Birds also get hurt that they can't run like you...
I'm numb, aimless. I lost everything. I lost everything that made me who I am. Where are my joy of living, where are my eyes, where are my hopes, where are my dreams? They all boarded the ship in my heart from the sea of my soul.
I am my own murderer and victim. I brutally murdered myself. Neither living nor dying is worse than pretending to be alive. There is no description of my pain in the language, words are not enough. Neither the world nor the hereafter means anything to me. I'm like a rag.
The snowflake does not know that he is the cause of the avalanche. Oscar Wilde. You think you're running away and you shoot yourself. James Joyce
I have locked my hopes, dreams, happiness,expectations, reproaches, joys, and purpose in a wine cellar forever so that neither I nor anyone else can reach it...
That wetness, that wetness is just my moisture. It's okay if you don't see that I'm ashes from my ashes again. Let me be the lonely fairy of the deserted city. While the tulips are wilting. A solo ache on my left side. A sad song is playing on the radio...
When my pain is between me and the wind, the threshold of my life is not the king of love, but the arrival of silence. I passed on to the greatest selflessness, I remained silent again. My name is not the name of pain, and my name is not the mountain of pain.
The one who seeks does not know what to look for, If he does not know, he asks questions, O dear, whose heart is not satisfied, Lack is not a bird, but a pure hope.