22/F/New York . Been Writing Forever #AntiSocial #Weirdo .. I love writing because I love how I write and uplift people , as well as myself. Fighting depression everyday , learning to love myself more. 21 followers / 548 words
I see things in you , that you don't see in yourself // & i know lately you been going thru **** // so much pain and i can tell // in your heart is getting dark // if the world against you so be it // i know your vision, even if they can't see it !! #JustWriting ....
I have been through heartache and pain. Yet, I still haven't changed. I still love the same. Different from my pain, isn't that strange. I use to love people more then I love myself, not anymore. Doesn't mean I love any less then before. I don't leave people hearts sore.
I'm tired of fighting. Can't believe you said those things to me. Like wow. As if I am never surprised... Your actions Your manipulative ways .. We argue a lot..you say things so hurtful and I'm like wow. I miss the days we use to laugh and smile .. I still look at you, so beautiful .. You are wow. I know I love you like XO. I do **** because you say so. Wow. You got me , wrapped around your fingers. Like wow. We can be so mean to each other. But, We still love ...its like wow.
Idk why I feel this way ... I can't speak , don't know what to say ... So much in my head , so much on my mind.. I feel like I'm going crazy half the time ... Crying gives me a headache .. Crying hard hurts my stomach. .it puts it in a knot . I don't know what to do and what not to do ... I'm alive but I feel dead. Idk what to do anymore... I'm so numb but my heart is so sore.
Went through **** and back, these scars are just a memory. I aint never stop living. No more trust was giving. Tell my story for what ? Im different. Pain in my soul My heart turned cold. Shed a tear for everything I've been through .. Now I move alone .. Went through some **** and bounced back, they hate when I do that. !!!
Stop ! Please stop yelling. I know I should speak up. I know I should stop listening to people .. What do they know about me ? I can't let them define me! They keeping trying to belittle me, calling me names, telling me who they think I am .. And yet, I still don't speak up. Everyone makes mistakes, everyone has their own way of thinking ..why cause I don't move how they want me to , ? They call me names ****! Half the **** I know ..they dont know. Im very wise, just quiet. Please ... Stop yelling ... Im listening , doesnt mean what you are saying is right.