what’s the point of asking for help when you can’t scream loudly enough for them to look up. how many times over must my lungs fill with water before someone notices that i’m drowning

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@orpheused
what’s the point of asking for help when you can’t scream loudly enough for them to look up. how many times over must my lungs fill with water before someone notices that i’m drowning
It's okay if it takes a little longer than you thought.
it’s so nutty watching urself develop like catching urself react differently than u previously would’ve and be like woah.. cunts maturing? go on then
i thought it would hurt my bubble, long and blue, sitting heavy and idle like an anchor on a sand prayer dragging the hopes and dreams and wishes i had locked away for us damning them to the bottom of the sea as they slowly run out of air
i thought it would hurt the way my bones bent trying to reach my back marred, twisting and twisting as i paw at the raw flesh breaking as i aim for the callous behind my heart
i thought it would hurt wrapping trembling, destructive fingers around a delicate silver grip the scream of all my muscles as i pulled and pulled and pulled a blade’s supposed to do more damage on its way out than when it exits
i thought it would hurt when you decided to leave the way you’re supposed to fall asleep slipping away unnoticed until it’s too too late barring my presence from the world from which i am exiled shedding me inch by inch like the skin upon a snake
i expected it to be white hot i pictured the crack of the dam’s seal |i anticipated the carnage i braced for the blood, the guts, the tears
but when the time came and the doors all locked without goodbye i realized it didn’t hurt at all and when the dust settled, gray and dry, i realized none had gotten into my lungs
and i was breathing just fine
i thought it would hurt long, i thought the pain would never slack but lighter is all that i feel in my lungs, in my heart, and even in my bloodied back
some days i think it'd genuinely kill some of my friends to value me more than a trinket that lives on their shelves
"are you picking up what I'm putting down" brother I am hefting that shit above my head with gusto
Okay who cares if someone’s clingy???? They fucking love and adore you??? You don’t like being adored? Loser
starting any second now i will proceed to scream for one thousand years
not very good at asking for things that I want
"the worst they could say is no" not even true and also have you considered that kind of sucks
i feel like all i do is watch people and notice all the beautiful things about them and try to understand them fully and no one does that for me … sometimes i feel like i’m just a mirror to reflect people back to themselves. a vessel for love and that’s it… i make everyone else into poetry and no one else sees me the way i see them it’s so depressing
Gabbriette in Vivienne Westwood by Jenna Marsh
*violently sobbing* I KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER I KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER
stop being so forgiving, people know exactly what the fuck they’re doing
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jesus christ. fine. ill say it. im sleepy. im sleepy, okay? do you know what being sleepy does to a person? to their spirit? i should be pitied.