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franz11
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PathStep 5 Compassion hearts21 Forum posts3 Forum upvotes6 Current upvotes6 Age GroupAdult Last activeAugust, 2026 Member sinceJuly 29, 2026
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Just find my way helping others, now is my reason to live because if I don't, I can make others smile.. I guess.

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Friendship Support / by franz11
Last post
 August 4th
...See more So many things I want to say, yet I end up saying nothing, because even if I screamed them at the top of my lungs, no one would truly understand. To drown in my tears and in my poetry until my throat closes and I can't breathe anymore. To betray my healing, my spirituality, everything I am and everything I believe in, just to lie down and bleed for a while, metaphorically. It's not as though I haven't genuinely thought about it already... My soul can no longer carry this battered body, worn down by everything, as if being this young somehow made it any lighter. How love steals your spirit away, leaving you powerless. No matter how hard you fight, it shouldn't feel like you're being torn apart alive, much less leave you condemned to misery forever. To lose all trust, with no sense of where to go or why to keep moving. You don't want to anymore. The help doesn't help. The advice, the methods you once used to help others heal, they no longer work on you. And it hurts. It hurts to suffer this deeply over things that seem so absurd. To not even want to feel this way. To try to see everything the way everyone else does, and simply... not be able to. It isn't healthy. It isn't fair. It shouldn't be this way. I wish I could fall asleep without fearing what I might see about my future. Without having to disappoint my guides just because I want to blind myself and keep walking toward the edge with a blindfold on. So all that's left is a quiet resignation and my writing. My aching soul, and everything that comes with it, until I find my way out... or simply leave, and lose the battle. And still, everything will keep moving forward, even if people say that life is so much more than love, and more than the injustice of not getting the ending you had imagined. That it's more than that wide-eyed girl looking at you as though you were the most precious thing in the world. More than the damned flowers you loved, even though you hated having to pick them. More than the sound of her heartbeat that you never truly got to feel beating alongside your own. Just memories. And more memories. Until the very end of my existence, until I decide where my life will come to a stop... or whether, at last, I simply can't endure it anymore. Tantas cosas por hablar y me quedo en nada, porque aún pidiéndole a gritos nadie entendería en lo más mínimo. Ahogarme entre lágrimas y mi poesía hasta que mi garganta se cierre y no pueda respirar más. Traicionar mi proceso, mi espiritualidad, lo que soy y creo solo por acostarme y desangrarme un rato, metafóricamente, no es como que sino lo haya pensando ya realmente... Mi alma ya no puede seguir sosteniendo este cuerpo maltrecho por todo, como sino fuera tan joven y aún así cargar con esto. En como el amor te arrebata el espíritu y no puedes hacer nada, por más que trates, eso no debería sentirse como si te descuartizaran vivo, mucho menos hacerte miserable para siempre. Perder la confianza, sin rumbo alguno en el seguir andando. Ya no quieres, la ayuda no sirve, los consejos y métodos que aplicaste en otros para que pudieran sanar ya no hacen efecto en ti. Y duele, duele estar sintiendo el mayor sufrimiento por cosas tan absurdas, no querer ni siquiera sentirte así, tratar de ver todo como los otros lo ven y simplemente no puedes. No es sano, no es justo, no debería ser. Ojalá poderme dormir y no tenerle miedo a lo que pueda ver sobre mi futuro, no tener que hacer enojar a mis guías solo por querer hacerme ciega y seguir caminando por el precipicio con una venda. Entonces solo queda algo de resignación y mis escritos, mi alma adolirida y todo hasta que logre salir o simplemente me vaya y pierda la batalla. Así mismo todo seguirá su curso, aunque digan que la vida es mucho mas que solo un amor y lo injusto de no poder hacerlo como lo tenías en mente. Que es más que esa chica de ojos saltones mirandote como si fueras lo más preciado en la vida. Que las malditas flores que amaste aún odiando tener que arrancarlas. Que los latidos de su corazón que nunca sentiste junto al tuyo del todo. Solo recuerdos y más recuerdos hasta el final de mi existencialidad hasta que decida lo que mi vida parará o si por fin no aguanto más
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Relationship Stress / by franz11
Last post
 August 1st
...See more So many things I want to say, yet I end up saying nothing, because even if I screamed them at the top of my lungs, no one would truly understand. To drown in my tears and in my poetry until my throat closes and I can't breathe anymore. To betray my healing, my spirituality, everything I am and everything I believe in, just to lie down and bleed for a while, metaphorically. It's not as though I haven't genuinely thought about it already... My soul can no longer carry this battered body, worn down by everything, as if being this young somehow made it any lighter. How love steals your spirit away, leaving you powerless. No matter how hard you fight, it shouldn't feel like you're being torn apart alive, much less leave you condemned to misery forever. To lose all trust, with no sense of where to go or why to keep moving. You don't want to anymore. The help doesn't help. The advice, the methods you once used to help others heal, they no longer work on you. And it hurts. It hurts to suffer this deeply over things that seem so absurd. To not even want to feel this way. To try to see everything the way everyone else does, and simply... not be able to. It isn't healthy. It isn't fair. It shouldn't be this way. I wish I could fall asleep without fearing what I might see about my future. Without having to disappoint my guides just because I want to blind myself and keep walking toward the edge with a blindfold on. So all that's left is a quiet resignation and my writing. My aching soul, and everything that comes with it, until I find my way out... or simply leave, and lose the battle. And still, everything will keep moving forward, even if people say that life is so much more than love, and more than the injustice of not getting the ending you had imagined. That it's more than that wide-eyed girl looking at you as though you were the most precious thing in the world. More than the damned flowers you loved, even though you hated having to pick them. More than the sound of her heartbeat that you never truly got to feel beating alongside your own. Just memories. And more memories. Until the very end of my existence, until I decide where my life will come to a stop... or whether, at last, I simply can't endure it anymore.
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Relationship Stress / by franz11
Last post
 August 3rd
...See more So many things I want to say, yet I end up saying nothing, because even if I screamed them at the top of my lungs, no one would truly understand. To drown in my tears and in my poetry until my throat closes and I can't breathe anymore. To betray my healing, my spirituality, everything I am and everything I believe in, just to lie down and bleed for a while, metaphorically. It's not as though I haven't genuinely thought about it already... My soul can no longer carry this battered body, worn down by everything, as if being this young somehow made it any lighter. How love steals your spirit away, leaving you powerless. No matter how hard you fight, it shouldn't feel like you're being torn apart alive, much less leave you condemned to misery forever. To lose all trust, with no sense of where to go or why to keep moving. You don't want to anymore. The help doesn't help. The advice, the methods you once used to help others heal, they no longer work on you. And it hurts. It hurts to suffer this deeply over things that seem so absurd. To not even want to feel this way. To try to see everything the way everyone else does, and simply... not be able to. It isn't healthy. It isn't fair. It shouldn't be this way. I wish I could fall asleep without fearing what I might see about my future. Without having to disappoint my guides just because I want to blind myself and keep walking toward the edge with a blindfold on. So all that's left is a quiet resignation and my writing. My aching soul, and everything that comes with it, until I find my way out... or simply leave, and lose the battle. And still, everything will keep moving forward, even if people say that life is so much more than love, and more than the injustice of not getting the ending you had imagined. That it's more than that wide-eyed girl looking at you as though you were the most precious thing in the world. More than the damned flowers you loved, even though you hated having to pick them. More than the sound of her heartbeat that you never truly got to feel beating alongside your own. Just memories. And more memories. Until the very end of my existence, until I decide where my life will come to a stop... or whether, at last, I simply can't endure it anymore. Tantas cosas por hablar y me quedo en nada, porque aún pidiéndole a gritos nadie entendería en lo más mínimo. Ahogarme entre lágrimas y mi poesía hasta que mi garganta se cierre y no pueda respirar más. Traicionar mi proceso, mi espiritualidad, lo que soy y creo solo por acostarme y desangrarme un rato, metafóricamente, no es como que sino lo haya pensando ya realmente... Mi alma ya no puede seguir sosteniendo este cuerpo maltrecho por todo, como sino fuera tan joven y aún así cargar con esto. En como el amor te arrebata el espíritu y no puedes hacer nada, por más que trates, eso no debería sentirse como si te descuartizaran vivo, mucho menos hacerte miserable para siempre. Perder la confianza, sin rumbo alguno en el seguir andando. Ya no quieres, la ayuda no sirve, los consejos y métodos que aplicaste en otros para que pudieran sanar ya no hacen efecto en ti. Y duele, duele estar sintiendo el mayor sufrimiento por cosas tan absurdas, no querer ni siquiera sentirte así, tratar de ver todo como los otros lo ven y simplemente no puedes. No es sano, no es justo, no debería ser. Ojalá poderme dormir y no tenerle miedo a lo que pueda ver sobre mi futuro, no tener que hacer enojar a mis guías solo por querer hacerme ciega y seguir caminando por el precipicio con una venda. Entonces solo queda algo de resignación y mis escritos, mi alma adolirida y todo hasta que logre salir o simplemente me vaya y pierda la batalla. Así mismo todo seguirá su curso, aunque digan que la vida es mucho mas que solo un amor y lo injusto de no poder hacerlo como lo tenías en mente. Que es más que esa chica de ojos saltones mirandote como si fueras lo más preciado en la vida. Que las malditas flores que amaste aún odiando tener que arrancarlas. Que los latidos de su corazón que nunca sentiste junto al tuyo del todo. Solo recuerdos y más recuerdos hasta el final de mi existencialidad hasta que decida lo que mi vida parará o si por fin no aguanto más
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