How do I process things when life became too difficult especially the relationship dramas.
Stage 1:
I cry like it’s a job interview for heartbreak.
Every past insult shows up on cue—
faces, voices, scenes—
a whole emotional reunion I never asked for.
People might care, maybe some do,
but my heart is too stubborn to accept the view.
So I cry till I’m empty,
till sickness feels like peace.
Stage 2:
Then silence takes over like fog.
I stare at walls as if they’ll answer,
thinking the world would be lighter without me.
So I start writing invisible goodbye letters in my head—
And I plan my grand exit - dramatically
(But once I cool down - God it's hilarious! Thinking " Really! Am I about to quit over that")
Stage 3:
Next, I become a food philosopher—
thinking deeply between mouthfuls.
I eat till the fridge looks traumatized.
Then I sleep… endlessly.
The world pauses,
and I dream I’ve become a cloud.
Stage 4:
Now anger arrives—no invitation, just impact.
I roar at cups, doors, chairs, and air.
Every sound feels like an insult.
Even my reflection gets scolded—
“How dare you look calm when I’m not!”
Stage 5:
Then comes the royal phase.
Crown on. Heart locked.
“I don’t care anymore,” I declare dramatically.
If they don’t talk, I won’t either—simple math.
If they don't care, fine " I'll build my throne".
Stage 6:
Time passes, and the storm gets tired.
My voice softens—like rain after thunder.
I start picking up the broken cups,
and when they whispers, “Maybe I went too far.”
So I cry again, not from anger this time,
but from the quiet ache of wanting peace.
We apologize in fragments,
hug like strangers meeting halfway.
And for a moment, the world breathes right again.
Stage 7:
But peace is short-lived.
The next heartbreak is already knocking,
wearing a familiar face and tone.
I sigh, take a deep breath,
and welcome it like an old friend.
Because maybe this is who I am—
a soul that feels in loops,
a storm that keeps returning,
but always… learns to calm itself
just enough to start again.
Soo..how do you process????
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Ah already the first line of Step 1 captured my attention. Nice comparison!
Also the fact that when you are already down, you’re helpfully remembering all the other stuff you did that brings you down ^^°
Is this emphasis or did you want to write “might not care”? “People might care, maybe some do,”
I like this line: “I stare at walls as if they’ll answer,”
Relatable: “Really! Am I about to quit over that”
I just really like your quippy lines @.@ like the traumatized fridge!
And becoming a cloud sounds so flowery!!
Rly like the descriptions of rage, especially the thing with getting angry at your own reflection for this reason in particular.
Ohh and I like this abt making oneself rebuilt the throne. Or at least pretending that it’s going like this and so easily.
This is so good: “We apologize in fragments” @.@
Oh and feeling in loops!
Thank you for sharing!
Hm and how do I process? That’s…well. I have very brief bursts of anger that don’t mean anything. I really hate it when ppl comfort me when I cry so I want to be left alone. I’m more of a happy person and don’t know how to conduct myself when I’m not emotionally balanced so :shrug: Usually stuff passes very quickly for me. Life’s too cool to be sad.
Thank you so much..it's lovely %uD83D%uDE0D
This is lowkey a good recipe. At the start of the poem, it's all tears and pain, but towards the end, you learn how to use this ''recipe'' for the next heartbreak.
''Stage 1:
I cry like it’s a job interview for heartbreak.
Every past insult shows up on cue—
faces, voices, scenes—
a whole emotional reunion I never asked for.
People might care, maybe some do,
but my heart is too stubborn to accept the view.
So, I cry till I’m empty,
till sickness feels like peace.''
That line hit hard. I do something similar whenever I'm going through a hard time, and I'm sure everyone else has done the same thing whether its about grief, heartbreak, or pain. It’s like your body needs to empty itself before it can begin healing.
''Stage 3:
Next, I become a food philosopher—
thinking deeply between mouthfuls.
I eat till the fridge looks traumatized.
Then I sleep… endlessly.
The world pauses,
and I dream I’ve become a cloud.''
Probably my favorite stage of the poem. My kitchen is ransacked when I'm going through something. My mother has too literally pry me from the kitchen. I will eat anything and everything when I'm going through my hardest moments. There’s something oddly comforting about eating when the world feels too heavy.
Overall, I just loved this poem. And I like the writing style that you used in the poem. Keep writing!
Thank you so much for reading
This is lowkey a good recipe. At the start of the poem, it's all tears and pain, but towards the end, you learn how to use this ''recipe'' for the next heartbreak.
''Stage 1:
I cry like it’s a job interview for heartbreak.
Every past insult shows up on cue—
faces, voices, scenes—
a whole emotional reunion I never asked for.
People might care, maybe some do,
but my heart is too stubborn to accept the view.
So, I cry till I’m empty,
till sickness feels like peace.''
That line hit hard. I do something similar whenever I'm going through a hard time, and I'm sure everyone else has done the same thing whether its about grief, heartbreak, or pain. It’s like your body needs to empty itself before it can begin healing.
''Stage 3:
Next, I become a food philosopher—
thinking deeply between mouthfuls.
I eat till the fridge looks traumatized.
Then I sleep… endlessly.
The world pauses,
and I dream I’ve become a cloud.''
Probably my favorite stage of the poem. My kitchen is ransacked when I'm going through something. My mother has too literally pry me from the kitchen. I will eat anything and everything when I'm going through my hardest moments. There’s something oddly comforting about eating when the world feels too heavy.
Overall, I just loved this poem. And I like the writing style that you used in the poem. Keep writing!