ONE OF MY DARKESTS SECRETS @madnessandsadnesscontrolmylife - Tumblr Blog

Tired, lonely, less, and only. My feelings are the thread I’m hanging by. All of the lines I crossed. All the things I wanted to say. Goodnight. Goodbye. How much despair can one bear in such a short time? Silence is sharp—so are my edges. The bridges are burning, is it me who is holding the matches? Painkillers. Traffic lights. I wonder if there’s anything left to hold on to once it’s all said and done. Soul bound to the flesh, which one are you punishing when you decline? Apple. Shaking. Knife. What a mess is the thing I call ‘my life.’ But it’s mine, and it’s me. Every second of it meant to leave a mark. Liar. Acrobat. Summer was endless when I was thirteen in an empty park.

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It is Wednesday,

And I am so very tired

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Those beasts called Depression and Epilepsy (for the time being)

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Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

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couldnt take a day couldnt go away couldnt make the face couldnt save the day

need to make the cake need to go and bake need to take a break im about to break

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making friends is already hard if you're normal. making real friends who understand people like me feels next to impossible

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I just want someone to take care of me but no one ever will.

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reading “brave new world” if anyone cares. #skibidi

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Im too scared. I can’t financially survive. Im not doing anything to help myself. I’m rotting. I don’t want to get up. I hope one day I won’t be so scared to cvt mys3lf open. I hope butterflies come out. I want it to be pretty.