Crying alone

I was crying and my eyes were filled with tears, I sat alone in my room thinking about my journey in this life, in the years and memories, joys, sorrows and pain, how difficult this journey was, how stressful, tired, it was a pile of black darkness, I searched in it From a ray of light, from whiteness …. As if I am looking for a grain of rice in a pile of coal …. I write these words and my heart squeezes pain and sorrow ….. And tears pour out from me abundantly, I can hardly distinguish between words and The letters ….. and my paper is getting wet …. I don’t know the reason for this bout of sadness … but it is my case that I got from despair … It seems that it is the only pleasure that I currently have … How I wished that others would share with me My pleasure, but excuse me for this pleasure, I will be selfish …. I will have the exclusive right to it …. I became my specialist in the recent period … I do not want anyone to see me, nor for anyone to see my tears …. I will remain in my room. …. I enjoy crying alone …

18 comments

  1. yash · مايو 22

    Just hold on.
    This shall pass too. 🙂

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    • Mounzer · مايو 22

      My dear, the body was rusted and rusted, the iron that was in my body became a paste, and the ironies of life, which goes back never …. after a while I will turn into a paper that is thrown into the wind all the time, until it becomes ashes

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      • yash · مايو 22

        I haven’t seen the metaphors describing a life so beautifully yet very painful.

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      • Mounzer · مايو 22

        Life is beautiful but it is not for the poor, we have to stay in the basement, wash the legs and shine the dishes and eat the leftovers …. And on the other floor you know the value of life ….. suffering creates men, and patience is hope ….. But our way took a long time ….. We walk on the roads in the summer heat and do not have shoes … And we search for garbage bags to light them in the cold, a ridiculous contradiction … I write … What is the use of writing in the time of prostitution and prostitution? .. It is my only portal to enter my world ….. Let me in my world …. I suffer alone … and cling to it I will leave it to others …. And I want to fly from the other floor … I smell the scent of life Even from afar …..

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      • yash · مايو 22

        Dear sir🙂,
        Reality can be disappointing many times. But we need to struggle and endeavour. We can never expect anything from life. Everybody has there own sets of problem but one can’t simply sit and pass the life.

        No matter if we don’t know how to swim but we need to throw our hands and legs so that we do not drown at least🙂 and the tides will carry us to the shore.

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      • yash · مايو 22

        Dear sir🙂,
        Thank you for the clemency you showed to me🙂. I would really like to apologize if my thoughts and views do not align with yours but I felt like sharing it with you. So far talking of swimming and sailing the ship and whatsoever I bid you all the best😊.
        You have a great day, sir. 🙂

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      • Mounzer · مايو 22

        I said: I am very happy with your participation, and this positive discussion that inspires writing. Rather, I find a consensus of opinion, I did not see a difference, but rather you are calling for patience and clinging, it seems that you are still young, but I am the gray man occupying my head, and the stick that Helping me to walk does not leave my hands, my glasses, bone and joint pain …… I do not have many days until I swim to the beach, I will sink in the middle of the road …… You are an inspiring person to me, and I do not know If I talk to a man or a female, in any case you are inspiring my ideas …. my friendship makes me happy 🌹🙏❤️😘

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      • yash · مايو 22

        Thank you so much sir. And yes, I am still young and a boy in my mid 20s🙂. I am looking forward to learn a lot of things from you and your experiences. I will be in touch with you through your posts❤.

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      • Mounzer · مايو 22

        I expected that, thank you, son, and I encourage you to take this boldness in the debate. You are a young, ambitious, and grateful young man. You have a promising future.

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      • yash · مايو 22

        I wish your words come true❤. Thank you once again❤☺

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  2. Omatra7 · مايو 22

    I am the same – I do not like anyone to see me cry either.

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    • Mounzer · مايو 22

      Nice to see someone who shares my condition with me, I am pleased with you, I wish the discussion always with you … When you feel that you need it …. Thank you

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  3. Teacher Camille · مايو 22

    I always hide my tears too… It’s been hard for me recently as well. To think, I am with my loving and caring family. But this pandemic and lockdown just has a different effect on people. It had made us desperate for human affection and physical social interaction with the people we love. I hope soon, all will be well. Take care!

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  4. Kristi · مايو 22

    This is beautifully written and something I can relate too since I’ve also experienced deep depressions. Lots of love and care… ❤

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