We must understand that sadness is an ocean, and sometimes we drown, while other days we are forced to swim.
— R.M. Drake
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@eyes-cant-shine
We must understand that sadness is an ocean, and sometimes we drown, while other days we are forced to swim.
— R.M. Drake
08.03.20 | 23:12
I will never be loved in a way that I crave to be loved. Never. What a lonely life I have ahead of me... It will always be just me, my pathetic and negative mind and my self-pity.
"I'm having suicidal thoughts again and I want to tell someone. I want to open up and ask for help but I'm scared that they'll see me different so I just face it alone until the thoughts eventually win."
— my thoughts are killing me slowly
Sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that is tired.
I grew up believing that I was hard to love — and that any sort of kindness was lost on someone like me.
Every time I chase happiness I come back worse than before.
I know I've said it a thousand times but I'm so lonely that it hurts. The kind of alone that weights on your chest and makes you wanna cry even though you have no energy to cry anymore so you just lay in bed and wonder how can your life mean so little to everyone and even to yourself
I've spent hours obsessing over why I'm not good enough. Hours lost, standing in front of the mirror, studying my face and wondering if it's because I'm not pretty enough. Reading back old conversations and wondering if I'm annoying, too needy, too much. Will anyone ever stick around? I try so hard, but I'm just never worth it in the end.
broken thoughts | 2am
“somehow I always knew I wasn’t good enough for you.”
Mocht ik het niet halen, ik heb meer dan mijn best gedaan.
Pretending to be happy so I don’t hurt the ones I love is really hard. I’m tired.
“I can’t bring myself to tell my friends how bad I really got.”
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“I would never kill myself, but sometimes I wish I don’t wake up the next day. Good night.”
— Sadness
“She was tired. Mentally and physically. She wanted to close her eyes and never open them again.”
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“I miss being someones favorite person.”
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“I am so tired of waiting, Aren’t you, For the world to become good And beautiful and kind?”
— Langston Hughes, from “Tired”
Mijn hoofd schreeuwt het uit maar mijn mond zwijgt. Ik wil dat iedereen gaat maar het allerliefst dat je dicht bij me blijft.
Om me te beschermen want alleen kan ik het nu even niet. Ik ben aan het verdwalen in mijn hoofd vol negatieviteit en veel verdriet.