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@depressedgothicartist
Maybe the solution isn’t replacing you or forgiving you or forgetting you. Maybe it’s always been about me.
I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
To Be Loved / Love (via writingllama)
A tragedy is the death of a beautiful thing,
as her light fades away,Â
never to see another day,Â
her pulse failing as the angels sing,Â
the bittersweet end of a life,Â
as red rose petals fall from her wrist,Â
she drops the knife,
metal glows like her tears,
but she can no longer feel the sting,Â
no longer will she be a winter never to see spring,Â
as she seizes to exist,Â
entering a place with no more fears,Â
a clatter as the knife hits the ground
is the only sound anymore,
No more sobs, no more begging God to make it stop, for she has escaped the disease with no cure,Â
for it lied in her own mind,Â
a relieved smile frozen on her chilling face,Â
for though she may be a disgrace,Â
never to feel God’s grace,
she has found peace in the reaper’s embrace,
You’re like a fragile flower, so pure and innocent. I don’t deserve you. I’ll pull out all your petals because I’m jealous and I want the innocence I cannot get back.
How can I love when I've never been loved?
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mental illness in a nutshell
literally anyone: are you ok?
me: you mean like your standards ok or my standards ok
I’d rather listen to your voice than my favourite song.
Your Voice / Unrequited Love (via writingllama)