[sad-lonely-broken]

[sad-lonely-broken]

“The Edge of Goodbye”

I sit in the quiet, where shadows crawl,

Numb to the weight of it all.

No tears will fall, no screams will rise,

Just a hollow ache behind my eyes.

The thought of losing you cuts too deep,

A wound too vast for my heart to keep.

Every moment feels borrowed, a fleeting lie,

I’m living on the edge of goodbye.

Your voice is my anchor, your touch my light,

But I can’t outrun the coming night.

Each breath you take feels fragile, thin,

And I’m afraid of the darkness creeping in.

I hold your hand as the hours slow,

Begging the universe not to let you go.

But time is cruel, it doesn’t wait,

It drags us closer to a crueler fate.

If you fade, will I fade too?

Will I find my way without you?

Or will I be a shell, an empty sound,

A ghost that wanders hollow ground?

For now, I stay, I hold you near,

Clinging to love, choking on fear.

And though I’m numb, I swear I’ll fight,

To keep you here, to hold the light.

– sad-lonely-broken

[sad-lonely-broken]

You were my mother, once my guide,

But in your shadow, I learned to hide.

Your words, sharp edges, cut too deep,

Wounds I carried, wounds I keep.

You knew my fears, you knew my dreams,

Turned them into breaking seams.

Each time I reached, you pulled away,

Love turned bitter, night to day.

I grew in silence, learned to fight,

But lost myself beneath your might.

So I built a wall, piece by piece,

Hoping for a kind release.

I cut you out, though it wasn’t light,

I left the battle, stopped the fight.

For years I tried, for years I bled,

But in your arms, I was always led—

To a place of doubt, of shrinking small,

Where I was nothing, where I’d fall.

Now there’s quiet, now there’s space,

A healing wound, an empty place.

I mourn the love we couldn’t find,

The mother I sought but left behind.

You were my bully, harsh and true,

But cutting you out was cutting through—

To the part of me that dared to see,

That breaking free meant finding me.

- sad-lonely-broken

[szpdangel]

I just want to kill myself. There's a hole inside of me and nothing ever fills it. It's just empty, and it makes me empty. I'm empty.

[unclaimedbody]

i’m suffocating in my own mind.

[r-scherbatsky-deactivated202512]

[difficult]

“Maybe I’m just hard to love.”

— and easy to leave

[sa-dnesss]

“you ever just want to fucking cut your body to shreds until you bleed the fuck out because that’s where I am at right now.”

—

[sad-lonely-broken]

"and they were way too close for being 'just friends'"

[stuuupidthingsss-deactivated202]

"you look sad and tired" well, I am

[cankathleen]

[rottingorchid]

why cant i do anything right

[sad-lonely-broken]

When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy. Then, send to the last ten people in your notifications anonymously. You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity!

Cats, flowers, music, spring and tattoos

[inaxha]

Ich brauche Menschen die sich nicht verpflichtet fühlen mir zuzuhören wenn es mir schlecht geht, sondern Menschen die mir zu hören weil sie mir zu hören wollen.

@xinaxh

[praying]

by Laura Adel Johnson

[guitarplayermrs]

[sa-dnesss]

nobody talks about the fact that you can have all this crazy shit in your head, and want to open up and talk about your feelings but no matter what, you just can't make out the right words and properly put your thoughts and emotions into words