SEE IT’S NOT AS SIMPLE AS A BROKEN BONE OR A FEVER. IT’S LIKE HAVING AN INOPERABLE TUMOR. THIS STUPID THING IN YOU WILL **** YOU AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT. ALL YOU CAN THINK IS “I’M GOING TO DIE” OVER AND OVER AGAIN. JUST, THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THAT **** TUMOR AND A MENTAL ILLNESS IS HOW AT LEAST YOU CAN ******* SEE IT. PEOPLE DON’T ASK FOR PROOF. THEY FEEL BAD AND WHEN YOU DO DIE NO ONE SAYS “WE DIDN’T SEE IT COMING.”
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
WHEN YOU MEET SOMEONE WHO MAKES YOUR HEART POUND SO HARD IN YOUR CHEST YOU CAN’T FOCUS OR MAKES YOU SO NERVOUS YOU RESORT TO TALKING ABOUT THE WEATHER OR HOW EVERY TIME THEY TOUCH YOU, YOU FORGET HOW TO BREATHE; YOU WILL FORGET WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE ALONE. YOU WILL TRY TO BE A BETTER PERSON FOR THEM. YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF COMPLETELY AND PATHETICALLY IN LOVE WITH THEM AND YOU WON’T BE SCARED ANYMORE.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
YOU NUMB OUT THE PAIN. YOU REFUSE TO LET IT TAKE OVER. AMPUTATE YOUR INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS AND REPLACE THEM WITH SOMETHING THAT COULD ACTUALLY DO YOU SOME GOOD. TELL YOURSELF THAT ALL OF THIS CAN BE MANAGED. COACH YOURSELF INTO REACHING OUT WHEN YOU START HURTING AGAIN. BECAUSE MAYBE THIS WILL BE THE HARDEST THING YOU EVER DO BUT AT LEAST YOU WON’T BE ALONE.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
I have too many feelings for my own good and maybe they don't keep me up at night, but they sure make me tired enough to sleep for months. I guess the difference is that since I can still hold a job and put my shoes on, I don't have a right to be distraught for no reason. Just because you can't see my eternal rain cloud doesn't mean I can't feel it. Seeing is believing, but my smile can be deceiving. Look, I don't expect you to understand or help me up. I just want you to leave me the **** alone.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
Love yourself as much as someone else should.
Love yourself as much as you said you would that one time when you were happy and before you felt sad again.
Love yourself as much as you ******* should because you don't have a good enough reason to think you shouldn't.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
Just swallow it.
Swallow everything you thought you knew about me
Because I’m as vast and vacant as the ocean
And we’ll both get lost before you understand.
See, you think monsters only exist under beds or in the dark,
But the only monsters I’ve seen are in my brain.
So I guess that’s why I’m more afraid of being alone
Than in the dark.
See, it’s the unknown that scares us the most.
Whether it’s our thoughts or the water beneath us,
It’s all the same.
We don’t know where we’re going
And we’re too scared to go find out.
So, we sit.
We sit and we think too much
And we end up killing ourselves
Before the world around us has the chance to.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
*WITH YOU ON MY MIND IT’S LIKE I’M SEEING STARS. EVERYTHING IS SO BRIGHT I CAN’T SEE STRAIGHT AND JUST BY HOLDING MY HAND YOU TAKE MY BREATH AWAY. I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT HOW ******* LUCKY I AM THAT IN A WORLD AS BIG AS THIS I FOUND SOMEONE WHO MAKES ME FEEL LIKE FIRE AND NOTHING CAN PUT MY FEELINGS OUT.*
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
I was cursed with too many feelings, and a voice too loud. Even though I could articulate every thought that crossed my mind, it never occurred to me that you could say how you feel without saying anything at all. That silence could speak louder than I could. You’ve said more about how you feel with your hands than my voice ever could. You never needed to tell me. You loved me with your entire being and you never needed to use your words.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
I’d rather smoke myself out with cigarettes than miss you. Either way my lungs are going to burn so I’d rather be able to control it. You aren’t coming back and it hurts more than a cigarette ever could and ’m going to die anyway, so why not? It’s like you took the part of me that cared. The part that used to tell me “yeah... um... don’t do that??” and all that’s left is the fire burning my insides. Maybe I’m being too cynical, but you don’t know what it’s like to have your heart ripped out your chest 20 minutes after you wake up. Having to hold your mom while she can’t breathe. More often than not I feel empty and I can’t explain why. So yeah, I smoke because I’m trying not to feel. Wouldn’t you?
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 9:12 PM UTC
YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A RAINBOW IS SHINING OUT OF MY FACE AND YOU MAKE ME WANT TO SMILE AGAIN BECAUSE IT’S ALMOST AS IF I GET BETTER SO WILL YOU AND I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU TO BE BETTER AGAIN. I WANT TO SEE THAT ADORABLE LITTLE GRIN YOU MAKE WHEN YOU MAKE ME LAUGH OR HOW YOU BITE YOUR LIP WHEN YOU PLAY WITH MY **** AND IT’S LIKE EVERY TIME I SEE YOU I’M REMINDED OF THE FIRST MOMENTS WE SPENT TOGETHER AND HOW I FALL MORE IN LOVE WITH YOU. I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK AND BACK AND BACK AND BACK.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC