20/F/Everywhere My writings don’t have names as no words can sum them up. These aren’t just words written down waiting to be heard. Both my mind and heart are in your hands, please don’t drop them, they’ll just break. 37 followers / 504 words
I've said it once, I've said it twice, and I'll say it another million times: It takes time to make a home out of your body. Nobody, nobody; should ever despise their own reflection. Your conception of 'beautiful' is corrupted but we're all here to help you reconstruct it.
There are no adequate words to describe this. What words can I use to make abuse sound nice? What words can I use to describe the scarring on this body of mine? Are they marks of love? Or was I just mishandled?
I have no reason to be sad. I have food on my table, I live in a luxurious stable, I’m not disabled nor financially unstable. Everything I want, I had. So please explain to me how I went all bad?
Today is the day I'll go down in the calendar, It's the day of my surrender. The day I wave my little white flag, the day I give my life back, the day I kneel down to the enemy asking them to put an end to me. I surrender, I surrender.
This is not a goodnight, this is a goodbye. I can’t promise you that you’ll see me again. Just please know that I love you with all my heart and I don’t mean to tear you apart. Please don’t grieve, instead believe that I’m exactly where I want to be. One. Two. Three.
This sadness ebbs to my bones, it shakes my soul like an earthquake shaking the earth’s crust. The monsters will always be with me but is following them really what’s good for me? They bashed, broke and bruised me. If I continue this way then soon they will be the end of me. This is not the life I devise to be good for my mind.