Bruised Ink

Writing from the part of healing
where you stop pretending you’re okay.
Pain doesn’t vanish.
You learn to bleed it out
instead of choking in silence.

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

i’m @BruisedInk_
i don’t have answers.
i just have words for the nights you can’t breathe.

Sit here.

#BruisedInk #2amClub

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

The saddest part isn’t the failing.
It’s the quiet after.
The way the room fills with smoke
when you’ve burned every bridge you built
just to get across.

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

Images in the mirror
are closer than they appear.
The version of you that wins
is closer than you think.

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

You’re the best version of you
that ever existed
The old version had to die
for this breathe

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

What I used to crawl back to
now leaves a bitter taste.

[• @exloversX]

someone told mee “what attracts you while you’re broken will disgust you when you heal” and it all made sense.

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

Struggle pays struggle.
That’s the cycle.

We get a minute off
like a prisoner gets sunlight.

Then back to work.
Back to war.

Maybe the minute
is the only wage we get.

So we live for it.
And call it living.

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

They said "where there’s a will, there’s a way"
So I carved doors into walls with my fingernails.
Tried every way.
Every door led to another wall.
The worst part isn’t failing.
It’s the silence after.
Sitting in the dust of "I tried everything"
While depression calls it failure

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

Freedom feels like abandonment
when you’ve been caged all your life.
Quiet feels like punishment
when noise was the only home you know.

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

My burdens bruise my bones.
Maybe that’s why I vanish sometimes.
I’m not running.
I just need to stretch my neck
before it snaps

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

I don’t think my feelings
can be put to words,
They are languages that drowned
before the alphabet was born.

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

Crumbs feel like feast
when you’re starving for attention
I trade pieces of me
just to feel their hands

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

Let the days that broke me
choke on their own ending
Let luck stop being a ghost story
and sit down in my place for once

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

@Tarmeim I stay strong for so long
I become the armor.
and can’t find the skin underneath.
i’m tired of being steel.
i just want to be soft again.

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

@itswords_ Maybe the point is surviving

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

@recovery_your you don’t “get over it.
you get rearranged by it.
and learn to live in the new shape.

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

@ykkmiguel2 So I stay home
Grief is familiar
Anxiety is new

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

Innocence was a house with no doors
so grief moved in
It carved lessons into us with a dull knife
and called it growing up
we become people who learned
to lock the doors
after the storm
we’re no longer available
for the weather that drowned us

That’s the favor.

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

Like a joke told too many times,
I am laughing just to hide.

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

@Nobody715Dhyana @recovery_your Not a lot of people get it
And when someone does, it means everything .

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

I want my pages to learn how hope feels
But what do I call hope?
More strength to carry the burdens?
Or one morning where the burdens feel lighter?
Or the belief that one day I don’t have to ?

[Bruised Ink @BruisedInk_]

@user0000O0 plan a: survive.
plan b: survive.
plan c: pretend i have it together.