http://slow.writerscafe.org/living_free The original writings of author Juliana Morales en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776078176 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My PainI look at the yellow oval shaped capsule next to me,3601 it reads, with a capital V on the front.I hold it, contemplating swallowing away my pain, i just want to send it on a train far far away from here.No more tears, I can't handle another breakdown like today, is what i have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/living_free/1600687/ Today is like any other dayI'm so blank right now, I can't even think.It feels like every night I still need a drink.I look at this empty page, waiting for the right words to come across my mind.It seems like time is just flying by with ever tear I cry.Today I saw my grandmother break down and say ".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/living_free/1523367/ A closure letter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/living_free/1520005/ Watch out for the quiet ones they say,They'll hear everything you have to say.They'll listen to every fear, and be right there with every tear.The quiet ones they say, are the ones to blame.Even though the people pointing their fingers are full of shame."Why are people so afraid of being listened to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/living_free/1514670/ I can't help but cry,I've been told so many lies.Time after time, fight after fight.Without a doubt I still hold you tight,I try to shed light on us,You question "us?"Most would cuss in rage, and finally turn the page.I couldn't even put up a fuss, and that look you staged feels like y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/living_free/1513903/ I feel havoc inside of me,this internal traffic is holding me back.Sometimes I don't even know how to get back on track.I feel that I Lack self esteem, I am a fein when it comes to substances.weed, alcohol, and MDMA are my satisfaction,I use it to feed my inner demons.I need them to ease.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/living_free/1512343/ Inspiration; I want to enter a new nationOne where we are all kind,Is this impossible to find?A place where we are not driven by fear, where people hardly shed a tear.Inspiration is what motivates us, what we turn to when we are in an internal fuss.Sometimes I can't help but cuss, in rage that my pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/living_free/1507085/ I remember trying to be "normal" once, It ended up with me crying and lying.I remember trying to be something i'm not, I could barley see the girl I use to be.I remember loving you as hard as I could, and you thought I would never stand a chance with a girl like you.I remember the time you look.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/living_free/1507048/ I hold you so close in my arms, I've never felt quite like this beforeWhen i think of you, i can't even speak.I peak at you, and you know it's trueI've fallen for you helplessly, I can't help but crawl back to you..You're everything I've ever wanted! I declareBut she can't even bare to loo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/living_free/1506204/ How can i sleep when i hear the cries of children all over the world?How can i rest, when I realize the hurt everyone hides in their chest?We're all so numb to emotion now, it's like we don't even remember what it was like to live without fear, to dance without embarrassment, or to embrace our inner.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/living_free/1505911/ This is an older poem i wrote, i had so much on my mind at the time and it seemingly just poured out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/living_free/1505889/