Back up and take a breath Who are you pretending to be? Someone who is loved by everyone when you cant even stand yourself Your happiness matters and you are allowed to feel things Go and cry Don't be afraid and have to hide You are human and no one has it worse than others You are not selfish for wanting to cry for wanting to leave. Let it all out
Back up and take a breath You don't have to please everyone Who only matters is yourself. So go ahead and cry. And say how you feel Because no ones opinion matters. No one else.
One thread came loose with alcoholism at a very young age. She recovered. She forgot and proceeded. One thread was yanked loosed by a growing tendency to self sabotage. She clawed her way out of the spiral. One thread pulled at others when she learnt she didn’t need alcohol to have a good time. She felt deprived by self-restraint. So she slightly caved. One thread burned along with her personality when she became a stoner again. She was suffocated yet high. One thread was singed by ****. She fell back into her ***** habits. She found herself here, but not quite present. She became dependant. As she flooded her body parts with superficial happiness, just a quick release, her mouth grew dry. Then the peeling skin on her stained lips began to stick together and she regressed into a still and faded silence. In the end, she was in shreds and blissfully unaware, alone with nothing but one solitary thread left to grasp at.
Based on my own personal struggle with addiction and how instant highs can lead to long lasting lows that i am still dealing through.
I was little The first time they called me that word consisting of six letters For trivial mistakes For being a disappointment For asking for help I am insecure I tried, but they broke my confidence I developed a fear of failure I tried, but they broke my enthusiasm And it left a permanent mark on me
nobody hates me more than She does. though She knows the complexities of me, thoughts, loves, ambitions, insecurities. She's seen me *****; physical skin, down to what lies beneath my bones. She's made me think: that putting a knife to my own skin to make this pain go away indefinitely, is the only way to escape She's coaxed me into drinking poison, to lay with men who don't care to know my name. She is the most hurtful voice in my own head. it seems these days She only wants to see me lifeless, so She can wrap a warm blanket around me and whisper "I told you so"
but maybe one day, She will learn to love (herself). learn to forgive the pain she's caused others (and herself) because i am all She has.
i've began to study him notice the things he says the little lies which come out of his mouth instinctual in order to impress an automatic response. tells stories about others, but as if he were doing it
but i don’t get mad i just know i can’t trust him i take everything he says with a grain of salt just the little lies yes i did this-lie i didn't kiss her first-lie
why can no one be real?
i asked him if he loved himself he said no. but this i knew was not a lie
but i understand his lies are not for me to be more impressed with him it is so he can love and impress himself
i wish he could love himself the way i love him then maybe he would never lie again maybe just maybe or maybe i just live in a ****** fairy tale
Take a deep breath, swallow it in Don’t let them see the darkness within Unwrap the bandages, pull on the sleeves Force yourself for them to believe. But the whole universe is crawling through my veins, How can you not feel these burning flames? And behind a locked bathroom stall, I beg myself, please, don’t fall, It’s just a little blood, can’t you see? But the world ignores my last plea And the comforting darkness gets a firm hold On my tortured mind that suddenly turned cold.