Because I still love you.

You're alone, but you still don't want me

&  I'm trying to extinguish it

I needed you, and you weren't there.

The thing about
broken clocks
is that you can always tell
exactly when
they stopped ticking,
but with people
It isn't so easy
and sometimes
you don't even notice that they're broken

All of that time,
You were just a time bomb
Waiting to explode.
You ripped me
Into pieces
And I shattered
Like dropped glass
And it's sad to say,
You can't put broken glass
Back together.
What does that tell you?

Depression too often walks hand in hand with a deep sense of helplessness.

Dislocated, I lie awake
Suffocating in my own mistakes.

I wanted to write down how I felt
But somehow the paper remained empty


And I could not have described it any better.

Nothing I do will ever be good enough for you, and I wish I could ignore you like you ignore me but I can't. You have her to fall back on and depend on your happiness but I have no one, I had you and I thought you cared like I did but you didn't and it's killing me. I need to move on but I can't for some reason

They don't care, they're just curious

Anxiety makes you believe the world is an enormous place filled with nothing but terror that you’ll have to face all by yourself

I could disappear forever and it wouldn't make any difference to anyone, I'm losing my mind and all I can do is keep quiet and smile because when I do speak up people think it's for attention and affection but little do they know I can physically feel this pain and sickness in my chest and it's draining me of my energy

And the worse part about all of it is that I'm scared because I'm falling back into old habits and crying for all of the wrong reasons and I'm slowly falling apart but it would **** me to ever tell you that

The worse thing about all of this is that I was left with nothing, and I don't want to say you were my everything because my world didn't revolve around you but I put my heart and happiness into your hands when I shouldn't of.

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy. Because they know what it feels like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anybody else to feel like that