i hope that someday i can wake up and not feel like sleeping for eternity that i can rise out of my sanctuary and tell everyone how im feeling that day and i hope i say "im doing okay." without having memories that haunt the depths of my mind each and every second of the day. i pray that i will be able to scrub this layer of anxiety off my skin for good. that someday my words will make someone realize how loved they are and how they're not alone on this terrifying planet. remind them that even though it's dark now that shrivel of light will creep into their brain and change their point of view forever.
I feel like i could sleep my life away but then regret every second i feel like i could scream what i think but still get offended i feel like i could talk to every person on the earth but then **** myself for it i feel like i could walk to see him and run away. i feel like im always trying to be someone im not.
(i feel like i dont know who i am.)
i feel like a broken shell that keeps getting washed away but always comes back (even more broken)
i feel like these words do not make sense that i'll never make it
feeling the cold air rush against my exposed shoulders from the window. my hollowed eyes straining for the white screen in front of me mindlessly typing different and stupid combinations of 26 unique letters. my legs are hot underneath my thick comforter, my spine bending from an uncomfortable position. wishing i didn't say goodnight to you. why do i say goodnight?
Keep grasping that little piece of grass called hope. Keep staring into your heart and repeat why you're worth it. **** all of the ghosts and demons haunting your mind with the little things that matter.
Weekends are for feeling lonely, anxious, and depressed. I feel the longing for fun, but yet I stay still inside. This is where I belong, with the demons inside my head; Forcing me to become something I'll never achieve.