"I think the chances are bad that I'll ever find myself again."
— xdeadbarbie
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Ghost town
Its the movie of my life
And i'm not even in it
Just sitting
And crying
And sobbing
Hows that possible,
I'm losing even in my fantasy?
Foremost
Examining oneself fail ain't easy
As my mind and my heart
Lives a much more diffrent lives,
Than me
All I am left with my skin and bones
Without any living soul
Just ike I am living in a ghost town
Written by 07-induraj
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I am out with lanterns
looking for myself.
Emily Dickinson
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And sometimes I wonder
If you would come to my funeral
If you'd pretend to love me for just one more day
As if you had ever loved me
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I really miss my wild self. The version of me that doesn't care what other people think. The one where I can be myself in every kind of way. The one who speaks her mind. The strong one that can overcome anything. The one where i loved my body. The one where I loved myself. I feel like I've lost her and I can't wait to find her again. Until we meet again🩷
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What happened to me?
I used to be sweet, so sweet I left behind the scent of honey and radiated happiness.
So kind and funny too. I used to have a light in my eyes, “wow, your eyes are so sparkly right now!” I used to get so many compliments on being bright eyed.
On being curious and dreamlike. I used to run away barefoot and dance with fireflies in the honeysuckle scented night under the mulberry tree.
The trees were my friends, along with the lily patches in the yard, I used to lay beside and watch the clouds in the brightest bluest sky.
I used to run with my dogs through piles of leaves and spin in the snow.
I used to have blanket forts and books filled with kind princesses and princes.
I used to be made of daisies and willow branches.
Now I feel like my throat is burnt and I’m rotting like forgotten fruit.
What happened to me?
~ A. Nicole. M
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And when someone shows you how cold they can be, don‘t you dare use your heart to break through their ice, warm yourself. 🖤
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I'm not sure where I am
It's almost like I'm near myself
But maybe she's in the next room
And I can just hear the muffles
Of the sound of her voice
Or feel the rumbles
Of her spirit
Through the ground beneath
My feet
But she's just out of reach
I just can't get close enough
To catch her
How do I catch her?
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