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@td-wr
Still standing against that wall, the last kid to be picked. This loneliness it’s beginning to suffocate me, always putting my feelings on the back burner to make others happy. Why must I sit here and watch you love her the way i’ve loved you? The only difference between our loves is that yours just may be reciprocated.
I feel you on me like a sunburn. Bringing your heat, painful as it may be, it’s all encompassing.
Peeling away at my flesh and leaving me with nothing but a blistered heart, aflame with desire.
I burn for you, even once you’ve walked away, as if the mere thought of you alone is enough to channel the power of the sun.
Can you hold me just one more time? Then I can start acting like myself again
But while you hold me, could you brush your fingertips against my waist like before? Then you can pack these feelings up and take them with you when you leave
And just one more time, could you place a kiss upon my forehead? Then we can go back to the way things were
And if it’s okay, could you place your lips on mine once more? Then I could perhaps be ‘just your friend’ again
Holding out to see if my feelings are true but i’m terrified that i’ll lose you before I know if it’s real or not.
I shouldn’t want this the way that I do, I don’t deserve it.
i wish someone gave a fuck
Journal #2
Sinking down deeper and deeper, i can feel it in the pit of the stomach. I’m drowning in loneliness and don’t you dare fucking say I didn’t ask for help. Every single time I tried, you told me to just “tread water”, did you forget I can’t swim? I’m not you, that’s why you don’t care. Would you even know how to care for someone else? Would you even think to save another before yourself? No, you wouldn’t. Leave me to fucking drown.
Journal #1
It’s hard having people say they’re there for you but they only show up physically. Emotionally and mentally, they are always absent. It’s all i’ve ever known, half truths and empty promises. I’ve been spoon fed false hope since I was a child, now here I am, 21 years old and still allowing myself to be fed just the same. The person may change every once in a while but who they really are at the end of the day does not. Looking for one specific person in every single face I meet, and I wonder why i’m left with all of this emotional damage.
You ever been tied to a bed?
Only by my depression
Held hostage by my own thoughts, the ultimate betrayal. I’ve been caught in my own trap without a lifeline. Choking on my words and burning them into my skin. Am I the cause of all of my issues? Why must I be so problematic?
Days fade into nights, nights fade into days. An endless cycle of confusion and misery.
Ghostly kind of love
Loving a ghost is tiring. Your presence is here, but you yourself are not. You are a body built of experiences and betrayal, not much remains beneath the surface anymore. You lost yourself to others as I am losing myself to you. You were broken by the hearts of others and now here I lay, heartbeat slowing, soon to stop completely. Ghosts creating ghosts so that they can feel a little less lonely.
You crave me when you’re lonely but what about when we’re together? You can’t seem to push me far enough away even if you tried, are you bored or just a coward? I can never tell.
Realising i was never enough,
not enough to fight for
not enough to listen to
not enough to stay for
not enough to love
not enough to find happiness with
not enough to live for.
But i am enough sometimes,
enough to walk away from,
enough to ignore,
enough to leave,
enough to hate,
enough to make someone miserable,
enough to give up on life all together.
I just have to live with the fact that i’m just an exit strategy for people who find life exhausting and need an outlet.
I don’t want to live with it though, I’ve had enough.
i never feel more alone than when i am with you
