[miahranaway]

Loving me is like wishing for rain in a drought

[miahranaway]

I think my worth is contingent upon my body

Perhaps that’s why I hate myself so much

[miahranaway]

I can’t fix myself, I can’t put the glass back together and my hands are bleeding as I scramble to, unable to let go

[miahranaway]

I feel like I’m drowning, I can’t rid myself of this despair, it clings to my essence

[miahranaway]

Because no matter how hard this burden is, this suffocating feeling of my heart aching—I’m used to it, I find home in it and I find that fact saddens and comforts me the most

[miahranaway]

At the end of it all, I’m still so terribly empty and miserable

[miahranaway]

I crave distraction to escape myself

[miahranaway]

And I’ve found myself content with my misery, I’ve found a home in my pain

[miahranaway]

When does the hurt, the misery, the burden stop? When do I stop? Why do I keep going whilst knowing the outcome of pain waiting for me at the end ?

[miahranaway]

There really is no reward for the patient, ending it is my only option to avoid further suffering

[miahranaway]

Her eyes found my stretch marks before my SH marks

[miahranaway]

I want to drown in nothingness until each part of me is gone, forgotten and broken

[miahranaway]

I’ve failed AGAIN, it never tires.. I always fucking fail

[miahranaway]

I keep trying to fill me with something, anything yet I remain so fucking empty

[miahranaway]

I keep trying and it amounts to nothing

[miahranaway]

Not a day passes that I don’t crave the end so why do I stay

[miahranaway]

It’s like I’ve died already, I’m just here