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Du bist betrunkener als ich
Ich schließ' die Augen
Und du fährst hundert ohne Licht
Alle Blitzer dieser Stadt
Macht Fotos falls es uns erwischt“
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@rebellious-badass
„Fahr uns nach Hause
Du bist betrunkener als ich
Ich schließ' die Augen
Und du fährst hundert ohne Licht
Alle Blitzer dieser Stadt
Macht Fotos falls es uns erwischt“
Was wenn ich unter Wasser einatme?
Mich ausverseh’n ’n bisschen zu weit über das Geländer lehn’?
Du musst mir glauben, dass ich aufpasse
Ich will nicht sterben - nur nicht aufwach’n.
Everything feels so heavy when there’s no love around you
I drown in my own thoughts
I drown in my own thoughts
I bury myself with noise to, for a moment, forget about who I am, how I look, how I act.
The need to hate myself has ruined my life. The comfort I find in the depression is drowning me.
I will never be happy.
I won’t let myself be happy
I’m scared to be happy
and the emptiness is back filling the inescapable void I am trapped in.
not the same.
i fall into this shit thinking it’ll be different but it’s the same every time. it never changes. i always feel like i’ve changed but i never have. it’s always the same familiar feeling. it never stops aching. it’s always the same.
The more you think,
The more you sink,
Deep down,in world of thoughts,
The more you sleep,
The less you feel
The more you scream,
The more you weep,
The more you love
The more you lose
i just want to stop.
i want my problems to stop. it’s like this shit never ends. i keep doing worse and worse. i just want to stop.
And this year for Christmas I wish...
I can get some rest under a tombstone
What if I never heal from my past traumas?
This so trueeee
by Donna Foley Mabry