Is my brain aware it only controls an anatomy of flesh and bones? If it realized, it’ll only be a blob of meat.
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@coldbleedingheart
Is my brain aware it only controls an anatomy of flesh and bones? If it realized, it’ll only be a blob of meat.
If phones didn’t exist, I’ll be the best letter writer on earth
I scream, “why does the world treat me as if I’m not welcomed” when I was created to be human, accepted by humanity when all the emotions I have felt my 16 years is isolation and guilt from whom? I don’t know but I feel I do not belong on an earth like this with people who don’t empathize.
I am the young female of Shakespeare.
I wasn’t set for dating, I was ready for marriage
why am I like this.
Am I always going to be this disgusting lonely teenage girl no one wanted in high school that sits alone every class and lunch and cries why she feels alien by her peers?
I ball under the covers, bawling my eyes out, tears streaming down rapidly with no limit, having no one to understand what this feels like.
With a world like this, and parents like mine
My heart is more than pumping blood, it’s the feeling when I yearn for someone who I am not dating, it’s the feeling when I send them an entire paragraph of how I feel, it’s the feeling when I get jealous even though I know we aren’t dating, it’s the feeling when I stalk their likes and reposts, it’s the feeling when I expect more from someone who I’m not dating, it’s the feeling when I have to cover up “I know we’re just friends” to make it seem like I’m not desperate and which I am but I don’t want to make a fool out of myself and break my own heart so I cover it up with us continuously being friends, it’s the feeling when regretting what I said, how I feel, how I felt, it’s the feelings knowing I’ll just yearn for them in secret.
Mother nature is so beautiful.. the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves and the leaves following its trail and the sound of waterfalls and the sea creatures communicating to each other when humans aren’t around, nature being at its natural peaks is beautiful.
My heart is filled with love, my eyes shines with passion and my brain fills with obsession.
My depression has became connected to my insanity and my brain is the victim of it all.
I do not love like a regular human. I love through the anatomy, desire of biting your flesh, feeling your bones. My tongue glides on your skin like ice cream, desiring your body, my brains taking over my resistance, grabbing you hard, wanting to dive into your soul.. hold your heart like it’s gold. My pupils widen as I see you.. the bare naked body, not sexually, lust but seeing you, it feels you’re opening your soul to me and my hand comes out and holds it. Cherishing the soul.