If reality is harsh and painful, I'll still gladly welcome it, the knife that'll twist and turn in my guts to feel every jolt and twitch, the alternative is to disappear into my own self

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If reality is harsh and painful, I'll still gladly welcome it, the knife that'll twist and turn in my guts to feel every jolt and twitch, the alternative is to disappear into my own self
- What does it feels like having all that dopamine coursing through your brain?
- Have you ever tried Meth, tweaking with no sleep for three days straight?
- No!
- And how would you know, even if i tried to explain it.
for you,
i have a ___, a question, a question, two, three, five, infinite
do you see me, do you see me at all?
i'm everything, i'm nothing at all.
intimacy of thought we share.
you're my thoughts, i hope i'm yours too.
a part of me, you. i hope i'm yours too.
all i know is you are me, and
me you.
i make music, but i'm not a musician
i write, but i'm not a writer
i see everything in math, but i'm not a mathematician
i work with physics, but i'm not a physicist
i make art, but i'm not an artist
i'm one of all i'm nothing at all
but can you see me at all?
all i know is: a part of me is you. a part of you is me.
i'm the whole, parts are you. parts are me, you're the whole.
i'm you and you're me.
i'm a stranger, estranged in a stranger's country.
withdrawal is hard and all but my favorite music is starting to feel like my favorite music again
medicated but still miserable
my brain is broken and my soul is shattered
i take solace in the fact we bed and rise under the same sky
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.
i am tired. i am exhausted. from my head to my soul to my bones i am so fucking tired.
the unbearable weight of things left unsaid, things left undone.