I had the purest and deepest cry to this song during a rainstorm. It was an equally beautiful and heartbreaking moment. This brings back those memories.
@@sammi3762 love isnt about looks love is about that feeling in your heart when you just wanna drop everything and think about them, not their looks, and that feeling knowing tomorrow you will be holding them tight
My baby, my baby You're my baby, say it to me Baby, my baby Tell your baby that I'm your baby I bet on losing dogs I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place By the ring Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down I'll be there on their side I'm losing by their side Will you let me, baby, lose On losing dogs I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place By the ring Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down I wanna feel it I bet on losing dogs I always want you when I'm finally fine How you'd be over me looking in my eyes when I cum Someone to watch me die Someone to watch me die I bet on losing dogs
I used to sing this song as a lullaby for my cat to sleep because he was suffering from a fear of people except me. He used to sleep safely in my arms... but now I have lost him. He is lost and I am sure that he feels uncomfortable and wants me with him, and when I hear this I have a feeling that I am going to collapse. Two months have passed since this incident and I am still affected and afraid for him 💔
I can imagine you’re outside middle of the night while its raining, your amazing dog is laying on the road lifeless and you sing this song in tears as you fall to your knees You have lost hope and everything.. it isnt a good ending so you say goodnight as you black out and never awaken but you remembered a loud honk before that..
Since I have no where else to go, I hope that y'all don't mind if I put one of my vent poems here, for its good to get it out when listening to your favorite song.. I’m always left dazed and confused. I’m not sure what is true anymore and I can’t help but wonder if we’re even friends. I reach forward, trying to grasp what we have, but, I just feel lost. Unnoticed. Useless. What’s the point in messaging you if all you do is ignore it? What happened? It seems like you loved talking to me just weeks ago. But all the sudden you became cold? I thought maybe we had something I thought.. I thought maybe I had a chance. But of course I was wrong. I’m always wrong. I’m so stupid to have ever fallen in love with you We would never be more than friends. I should have known. I’m always hurt at the end of the day. No one has stayed for longer than a year And just like a doll, they get bored and trash me. They never needed me They never wanted me I was only a game. I will never be more than a game. Just like how we’ll never be anything more than friends. So Ignore me It’s not like that should be a problem anyways. I’m just a nobody Just a stupid face Just a poor little teenage girl who’s feelings have locked her in a cage. She never cries She just smiles. Like a good little obedient pawn in a large game of chess. Just sitting and waiting for her time to come only to be taken away from that dream. It’s not her fault she’s not as strong. Even though she had a chance to become queen, She knew that dream was too far to reach. So she sat down with a smile And waited. Waited for the pain to go away. Waited for the world to be taken away. And that’s just what happened.
Help, I'm scared, I have a kitten that doesn't want to eat, I don't want her to die, I don't want her to leave, I don't want to be alone... she's my only companion...
Hey, probably too late, but go to the vet to see whats wrong, also you could try changing her food, crunchy food, wet food, etc. also there’s different types of food for the age of cat. You could also research online.
I'm just 15 and everyone is leaving me my mom hate me she egnore me she still hit me like she always did when i was young She doesn't even care about me or what i like ....
Very emotional. Sensational cover that touches me, speaks to me, moves me. Superb visual of my friend the rain, roses, everything is pearly, refined, fine, delicate and caressing and then this languor, torpor in this music of love : )) I loved everything. Congratulations. I also love the vibes and chills of Switzerland
i just returned the cat I've been fostering to adopt for 6 months due to his leg; he was diagnosed with FIV 5 months after we took him home, and that's why he wasn't been healing despite being told he'd heal in 2 weeks. I feel so horrible. He was such a sweet cat, but he's been getting to the point where he just goes potty anywhere and his leg keeps getting worse. If anyone lives in Pima County, AZ, please don't hurt him or shun him, he's a very sweet and friendly cat; his name is Sultan. Please forgive me, Sultan.
This gives me reminders of giyus punishment idk why but its traumatizing me its so unpleasant tbh i wish i could of helped him he DIDNT at all deserve that Like id kill myself for him anything
I want to believe that love is real because i feel it. I truly do. And I know that I'm not unique, there's for sure lots of people who feel deeply, who love so much to the point that they feel like crying. And if that makes you more comfortable, you are not alone, I'm vulnerable, I love, I cry, and I'm not ashamed of it.
this made me cry cuz my baby brother and my mom was with me my dad and sis until they have to leave so it's just me my sister and dad when u was cleaning my room i found my baby brother plushie of Micky mouse and i kept it
sometimes I feel like I'm not good enough and I don't know why?. Have a good nice family I just don't understand why I feel this way. I feel like I destroy everything, and I make everybody's life's worse. And I don't want to feel that way. I feel like I push people away who care for me, cause I'm scared of hurting them but also hurting myself. I'm scared they're gonna be mean to me like everybody was back in my old school. I find it hard to make friends because of that school. and myself.. I wish I wasn't born with autism or dyslexia.. I want to be normal, I want people to look at me and not think "shes so annoying/weird". And I know what people say it's a good thing to be different. But I don't understand what it's like, to not read or understand things and ask yourself why you're so weird and why nobody likes you, and some people say it's a good thing...thats something I can't believe.they don't get it, I want to write and understand simple words, I want to understand things. I don't want to be treated like some type of baby just because of my autism. I don't want to read picture books I want to read chapter books,... sometimes I feel like they just do it to annoy me or make me mad, nobody understands when the teacher says "go pick a partner" and nobody picks you. That is the most hurtful thing ever... nobody understands what it's like to go over and sit next next two people on a table only for them to move away. Nobody understands what it's like to walk around school we're having nobody to play with, or hang out with. Telling jokes or telling them about my day. And now I still think about it even though I left ths school I think about it everyday. i hate that fucking school and the goddamn kids.
listening to this as a grieve the loss of my pet bearded dragon. I called her Baby a lot as a nickname, said she was my child, always had her with me. I have severe emotional issues due to some mental disorders, and she was my emotional support. Everything i do reminds me of her. The sunlight shining in her favorite window she will never bask in again. The dandelion blooms she will never rush to monch. My keyboard she will never sit on again. My bed she will never sleep next to me on again. The hardwood that will never feel the clicks of her claws again. The sliding glass door she will never attempt to get through again. The couch she will never fall asleep on again while I game. I wont see her morning stretches ever again. I wont see her sleepy wiggles again. I wont see how much she loves her fruits, the rare treats, ever again. I wont wake up to her face looking at me from her cage, demanding zoom time. She wont lick my snoot anymore when I lean down for boop snoots. I cant take pictures of her anymore. I cant make her breakfast and eat with her anymore. She's gone and it hurts so badly, but I got to hold her as she took her last breath. I got to know she loved me as she used her limited energy to crawl into my hands for comfort as she coughed, I got ot know i did good enough that she felt safe to go to sleep one last time in my hands and know i wouldnt leave her alone till she was gone. My baby, my baby...
