I just get frustrated easier now.
Now that I'm enrolled in constant therapy for three weeks coming. Now that I've been suicidal for a month. Now that I'm at this point in my life. Ugh. Don't listen to me. Keep your sanity intact.
Leave me in my own abyss.
I've been thrown plenty of ropes, trust me. But it's hard not to use them to create my own noose, you know? Leave me be, then. Whatever. Not like anything will change.
Numbness seeps through my being like a chemical, tainting all it touches.
Do you deny me the wish I have to feel something, to feel alive, no matter the feeling? Anger me. Frustrate me. Make me sad. I could care less. I just want to feel something and your words regardless of their sentiment may be exactly the cure I am looking for.
Meet my words with your own, make me feel something again.
Is it blunt of me to wish you'd write me a palace? Once more, just once. Write to me, and help me feel.
I don't want to learn.
I don't want to get over making mistakes because without making them I never would have experienced what it was like to feel like that
I'm picky. I like who I like, and that region does NOT include everyone, far from it.
Maybe my selectiveness is my downfall, it leaves me alone more often than not. But do you deny me my wish to be wanted to be loved to belong I had never fallen that hard And no, I've never classified my feelings as love and the same applies there but I can't help but wonder what I did wrong It keeps me up until the words aren't words anymore but rather spikes behind my eyes waiting to impale me as soon as I know she's moved on. I know it won't be hard for her, and that's not a jab at her amazing self. I'm just too willing. And easy to forget.
It was all my writing
my quotes, my scratches they scared her, made her leave WHO are you to tell me everything will be alright when I know for a fact it won't if I wasn't so impulsive, so sentimental if I didn't bleed my emotions if I wasn't me maybe she would have stayed
We were better off together.
The late night conversations, the happiness, the snuggling into the covers ad sighing at sweet messages from a dimly lit screen We were better off paired, like jeans--who wants only one leg? The intake of breath when our eyes met, the constant need to be touching in some way, the flurry of butterflies we gave to each other We were better off squared, where we could always protect each other And now I'm left to wonder--do you feel as raw as I do? Rawer and more exposed than I've ever felt, yet little to do to remedy it....I want that second layer wrapped around me. But when I reach for it....it's never there.
just reminiscing about the past people....and how it's always ended the same. i can't help but think it's something i'm doing....
It wasn't your fault, so don't act like it was.
It isn't your problem, so don't act like it is. And I'm not yours anymore...but don't automatically assume I hate you.
I know you're here.
But have you faded far enough that your ears and eyes can't hear me? Hi.