Another Lost Soul 🖕🏼

The worst kind of sad is not being able to explain why.

[xan-oku]

[br-o-ken-poetry]

you just don’t get it, do you. I am empty, and you cannot fill me with kind words. with your understanding. with hollow promises of a better tomorrow. I am empty because this town is draining me. I am empty because people are fake, and their smiles are fake, and their concern is fake, and it all comes together: my life; as fragile as tissue paper, and the seams are tearing. realisation - like a knife. suddenly, I see everything: I stay here, and I sit in silence because I cannot face the world again. you’re told it’s made of solid gold; but one layer deep, there is rust, rust, rust…

broken poetry (via br-o-ken-poetry)

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[hopless-and-insane]

[woah-loser]

[mcstump]

dear straight people,

aye yo tumblr, we need to talk about how this slam poem will fucking change your life

[rumourtalks]

Its not easy to be my friend And I’m even harder to love My thoughts don’t always make sense And my emotions get mixed up I don’t always feel like talking Other times i don’t stop Consumed by what i don’t have I forget what i have got Sometimes i run in circles And then when night time calls You’ll find me in the darkness Banging my head against brick walls Fighting for a life I’m not sure i was meant to live I have a lot of hate for myself But a lot of love to give….

Rumourtalks 2015 (via rumourtalks)

[flowerbomb-borderline]

i don’t know what living a balanced life feels like when i am sad i don’t cry, i pour when i am happy i don’t smile, i beam when i am angry i don’t yell, i burn the good thing about feeling in extremes is when i love i give them wings but perhaps that isn’t such a good thing cause they always tend to leave and you should see me when my heart is broken i don’t grieve, i shatter

Rupi Kuar (via flowerbomb-borderline)

[collectively-lost]

To be honest, I’m not sure what’s harder: Pushing everyone away or having to tell yourself that they don’t care, anyway.

Nicole Torres // (via ntorres-writtenemotions)

[buttonpoetry]

FROM THE VAULT: Joseph Capehart - “Fire Escape”

“I grew up in a house fire where no one was killed by the flames, but we all quickly lost the ability to breathe.”  

Joseph Capehart, performing at the 2014 Great Plains Poetry Pile-Up. Subscribe to Button on YouTube!

[newmoon117-deactivated20220930]

how is it so easy for you to be kind to people he asked milk and honey dripped  from my lips as i answered cause people have not  been kind to me

rupi kaur (via manifestingmyown)

[the-blank-verses]

It feels like the need to help others is in my bones, at my very core, the thing that keeps me going. I’ve always held kindness and compassion above everything else. But it’s so easy for people to take advantage of these things. They see positivity and it’s their instinct to leech off of it. I want to continue trying to help as many people as I can but this cycle of giving everything I have and still being asked for more is so exhausting. I don’t want this world to turn me cold because I know there’s so much good but there’s also a lot of bad and I’m just so sensitive.

/Emily (via the-blank-verses)

[amkwrites]

My mother should’ve done something, My mother should’ve done something, My mother should have—

am kennedy, “Why does it still feel like it’s my fault?” (via siilentiary)

[mentallyill-lyrics]

Daddy Issues // The Neighborhood

[phanintheafternoon-deactivated2]

List of reasons for admission into a mental asylum in 1864-1889

[phanintheafternoon-deactivated2]

tag yourself i’m seduction & disappointment

[shweemie]

“bad company”

[flattering-corpse]

Deranged masturbation and laziness

[permeate]

[tarptown-deactivated20160421]

[reality-escape-artist]

Depression isn’t always crying your mascara off in the shower and playing sad songs in bed. Sometimes it’s not wanting to talk to anyone for days and other times it’s desperately needing to be around people. Sometimes depression is having no appetite even though you haven’t eaten anything since yesterday and sometimes it’s eating everything you have in the fridge. Depression isn’t your boyfriend holding you and telling you that it’s going to be okay. It’s sitting across the table, not eating, having him ask you what’s wrong and knowing that you’re ruining his night because you can’t seem to snap out of it and just be happy. It’s the frustrating feeling of desperately wanting to enjoy something and just fucking be normal for once. It’s keeping things a secret from the people you love because you don’t want them to look at you like you’re broken. No, depression isn’t beautiful black and white images. Depression is lonely and frustrating and mostly just fucking exhausting.

(via tullipsink)