You must, You just must surround yourself with people who respect you, Give regard to those who do not The path down the hill of contempt Is one not well-kept You might hear this often I do, I guess I know it’s a lot easier to write this than to do But once you leave, you will feel free Your company should never make You feel hostile and trapped You’re worn out and It’s uneasy and uncomfortable You don’t need an explanation to leave Havoc and abhorrence That’s they’re own doing There may never be a consolation to these type Of toxic relationships But that’s the beauty of free-will You are in charge of ones discretion It may be unrequited, unsettling for them But think about you now Liberate yourself Respect yourself … let them go & now, be free
I've tried time & time again , Tried making everything right. Tried fighting the good fight in myself , thinking it'll all be okay ;thinking that one day you'll love me for me or even love that I'm all about being alone then actually committing to somebody... I live this dark struggle of life struggling mother, no father , unexplained ailments & falling disorders ; this life will never be easy as I try cry & pretend to be happy when I'm just dying inside hoping to go on one day to world of spirits but I'm not gonna quit until I feel happy Happy not only for me but those around me & that the right one will find me & Turn these dark struggles into dust lines & calm that rough storm brewing inside of me ... ~Chilled
Not a thing matters when you waste your life in bed Not a thing matters when your mental shocks are dead Not a thing matter when you've nearly lost your head Not a thing matters when there's nothing left to shed
Life is not running smoothly at the moment. I feel alone, directionless and desperate. I am worn out, emotionally and physically. Sometimes the burden of “keeping myself safe” is too heavy. It is asking too much of me to “manage” all of... the follies, the nightmares, the triggers, the shame, the embarrassment, the rage the internal voices who scream and cry and rage…
all with no support. It is too much!
And trying to avoid all of that **** is like avoiding breathing, which I would not mind doing right now. Something has to give. There is only so much one person can deal with day in and day out every single day and night! There is only so much!
I am not equipped to handle an entire Pie of Crazy