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quincymood
i didn't think you'd understand me. how could you ever even try?
crashing tf out
it must be so easy for you to ignore me for the whole week then popping up on my screen with “how are you?” like nothing happened
to you, i might have always been just some air, not because it’s important. but the way you will never notice me, or my existence.
reassurance was all i ever wanted from you
but it seems like you have no clue
i need to beg for the right treatment.. what’s the point then? since i have said it too many times. finally, you’ve already killed me.. with the ignorance, instead of what i asked
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I seek to find peace of mind
but, I can’t escape my mind
I create my own demise
Dark thoughts summon doom
Dark clouds loom over my tomb
Raining on me like a monsoon,
This doom
This doom
Peace be still
Peace be kind
Peace be mine
Empty my mind, Refill it with wine
Empty my mind, Refill it with rhymes
Dance in front of open blinds
Who cares who sees my crimes
Watering my soil, filling my heart
This doom monsoon no longer tears me apart
I sway, I pray, I scream into the winds,
The doom is benign I’ve got plenty of time
To renew my fight
To harness my own light
That can burn through dark nights.
This is healing. March 21, 2022
still waters
white fluorescent spindly limbs
blue lips, white eyes
still she haunts you
whenever you close your eyes
her smile will follow
you know what you did
as if the water leaking from her mouth
wasn't enough of a reminder
Some chapters of life don’t actually have an apparent ending. They just fade away silently.
It’s a strange feeling to look back at the past sometimes and see how some parts of life have simply dissolved into nothingness. And even though this poem might sound sad, I believe that being mindful of the transience of life actually helps us to feel all the preciousness and beauty of it.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
i hope you never have to know the weight of being left before you’re even gone.
the quiet cruelty of being unloved in advance, of someone deciding—before you’ve even had the chance to be— that they don’t want you anymore.
I get attached and detached from some people way too quickly and ik it’s part and parcel of the disorder but damn ouch
I’m jealous of those who can function like a normal human being. They don’t have anxiety holding them back from everything, they don’t struggle to get out of bed or have to put on an act that everything is fine when its not. They don’t struggle to hold friendships and relationships… they don’t feel sad for no fucking reason everyday. Those that can hold jobs and work towards their dreams, the ones who have self esteem and see the beauty in themselves. Those that know what its like to feel safe and secure, not insecure and fearful of it all.
hard relate
everyday is the same. i’m so extremely bored and empty. no energy to do anything other than sleep. when will this end
after living my life in monochrome, it is strange to step into a world of soft pastels and feel the gentle warmth of being alive and loved
i thought i was happier, i thought i was doing better, i thought i was beyond the sadness that penetrated every fiber of my being. but i guess when one domino falls, the rest cascade until you are right back where you started: all your pieces in a pile you can't pick up and reassemble in the manner that you wish