If I close my eyes really tight
Sometimes I can still feel your presence with me.
All this time, and I can still hear your voice.
And feel your hugs.
You were always the love I missed out on.
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If I close my eyes really tight
Sometimes I can still feel your presence with me.
All this time, and I can still hear your voice.
And feel your hugs.
You were always the love I missed out on.
me when i see a pretty boy but a little voice inside me inherently reminds me that i'm unloveable
God I wish I was worth loving.
“I will not beg you for your time or try to convince you to choose me, the world is too big and I have too much to offer.”
— Unknown
Do you ever wanna just do the most violent things to yourself? Like have you ever hated yourself SO much that you could physically and mentally torture yourself willingly until your body just gave out from the pure exhaustion of it all?
Tmw you try to leave and he promptly reminds you that you have nowhere to go, no money to get there, and oh, btw, you can't take your kids either.
The only way out is death, isn't it...
I wonder if you look me up too sometimes.
I genuinely get nauseous by the way you speak to me sometimes.
and suddenly, again, I feel really tired, as if the world is draining me of everything i ever had
Im ruining everything for everyone and I don't know how to stop being such a horrible person all the time
Every day i regret not killing myself the day before
i hope this is my last year
#please #i can't do this anymore
“your trauma doesn’t define you” no actually it does. it dictates every aspect of my shitty life.
You know your self esteem is shot when it actually makes your heart physically hurt to hear someone say "I love you".
Like why would you do that to yourself? I'm not worth it.
The guilt that comes from being a SA survivor and your partner still wanting you to do things you know you can't do for them.
Im too broken to be desirable.