you gaslight me for asking you to do the bare minimum, you can go fuck yourself asshole
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I’ve seen Devil more than I’ve seen God
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i find comfort in people who don’t exist
the characters in books and movies
and even real people who i’ve never met and never will
i find comfort in the depths of my own sadness and pain, grown so accustomed to it
i’m only ever happy when the voices and people in my head allow me to be
is this delusion or aftermath of trauma?
i don’t care, as long as i get even a crumb of happiness
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you look at me but you don’t see me
you hear me but you don’t listen
these are thoughts racing through my head every time i try to talk to you, when i try to make you understand, but you never do, why don’t you?
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me and who
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i wonder if the walls can feel my pain
i wonder if the walls want to tell me to let go
i wonder if the walls will support me once i finally let go
i wonder if the walls will always be there for me
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i promise you that if you keep fucking me over i will ruin your life.
i don’t care what it takes, i will make it my personal mission and won’t stop until i have burned the entire world down.
you should be fucking scared of me.
i really am your worst nightmare.
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what if instead of cutting my wrists and thighs I go straight for my throat?
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why try so hard to change the life you already hate so much?
wouldn’t it be easier to just die?
to just stop the pain and suffering?
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should i tell him that i’m cutting again or just wear long sleeves and say nothing?
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I don't think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed because it can't happen each and every day. I think I woke up on the wrong side of life. I don't belong here, I don't feel anyone's here for me, anything is meant to happen for me, this is not my world, I was just thrown into it. This life isn't mine to live. I'm running out of tissues, and my tears still don't stop. Maybe it's been long enough I've been wearing this smile and now it's time to take the mask off and let it out. I don't know what it is that I carry, it feels so heavy, it never leaves me, a memory I don't wish to recall, I nightmare I can't recover from. I thought I was healing, but no, I am grieving again. Maybe I am a loser, a quitter, or a bunch of other tags I am not yet aware of. I don't really know who I am. I let the world define, a world that was never mine. This can't be the right side of life, maybe it's the worst side and I deserve better, not bitter. Everything seems to be falling apart, my heart, my very mind, I can't think of someone in these tough times. Life is getting difficult and I don't know if I should be here, I seem to fit nowhere. Where's home?
Where's peace?
Please take me somewhere I haven't been.
And without this memory that curses me.
I want to forget what I was told, and how I was defined, I want to let go of all the woes and start a happy life.
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i won’t let you ruin another song for me
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the best photo i got of myself during my vacation
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I think about it every day
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