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Life, love, death.

It's all foreign to me.

Life is meaningless without love.

Life is meaningless without death.

I crave death more than love.

How can you crave something you've never had?

My love for him was a flame; hot yet so fragile.

When you want help, but don't want help at the same time, you are chasing happiness and also not wanting others to know how you truly view the world. You want everything to just feel okay for once, but you have to open up to someone to ever get that chance. And finding good help is hard, so it's not only opening up to one person about it. You have to open up to multiple people before you actually get the help that you need. I really wish that having a mental illness was as easy to deal with as a broken bone; just cast it for a couple weeks and then you're good to go.

My whole page is just me being sad and lonely. Tells you a lot about me, huh...

I never had that high school-teenage love. I can never go back and even try for that high on love-young love type of thing. Some days I wonder if anyone will ever love me. I truly don't understand what's wrong with me. Am I just that ugly and unlovable? Will there ever be a day where someone smiles just because they got a text from me or because they heard my name? I want to believe that I will be loved someday, but it just hurts so much to think that I've gone 18 years without anyone even giving me a second look.

It's 3:44 on a Monday and if it wasn't for my mom, I'd be dead by now

It's 3:45 on a Monday and I wish my mom wasn't home

It's 3:46 on a Monday and there's nothing a can do without feeling worthless

It's 3:46 on a Monday and I'm so close to killing myself

It's 3:46 on a Monday and I think I might do it this time

I no longer care

You can only hang on so long

Happiness is a myth that I'm tired of believing in

Before I lay to rest, will you hold my hand to reassure me of the beauty I've seen and the beauty to come. Will you smile through your pain as you watch me slip away. Your smile is bound to brighten my last moments.

It's 1:20pm on a Sunday

It's 1:14pm on a Sunday and I want to kill myself

It's 1:14pm on a Sunday and I feel worthless

It's 1:15pm on a Sunday and I know I have things to be proud of

It's 1:15pm on a Sunday and I still don't care about anything

It's 1:15pm on a Sunday and I can't think about anything else but death

It's 1:16pm on a Sunday and I feel lonely

It's 1:17pm on a Sunday and I am being selfish

It's 1:17pm on a Sunday and I know I won't do anything to myself

It's 1:17pm on a Sunday and I wish I had the balls to kill myself

It's 1:18pm on a Sunday and I think today will be just another day

It's 1:18pm on a Sunday and I wish I lived alone so that I might have to balls to do something

It's 1:19pm on a Sunday and I know that one day there won't be anything stopping me

It's 1:20pm on a Sunday and I don't know what life is anymore

It's 1:20pm on a Sunday and I can't feel a thing

It surprises me that something can break time and time again. It can shatter in the exact same place but something different causes it to break each time. And with each break, the pieces become smaller and harder to put back together. Eventually, it won't look anything like it used to and there will be no point in putting it back together.

Rn I could kill myself and not even give a shit who it was gonna hurt

Fuck life

Part of me can't wait for my heart to be broken into a million pieces. I'm just holding onto time just hoping someone will come along and make me feel so weak, so helpless.

It may seem sadistic but when you really think about it, it means that I was once so happily in love that it was possible. Nobody can break your heart if you didn't hand it over to them to hold onto and care for.

Idk maybe it's just lonely me talking... I just want to feel wanted by somebody

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on my way to steal your garden veggies

Verse of a rap I'll never write

I'm a bitch boi don't fuck with me

Hittin up the club with a slut this week

And I'm cruisin through the hood don't fuck with me

This hoe don't like it when I smoke the c

Cause I'm a bitch boi, hey hey

I'm a bitch boi, ba-by

I'm Me. You're You. I'm Sorry.

At the end of the night, I'm just me and you're just you. I'm scared of anything we could be and you're completely oblivious to the fact that I'm about to ruin it all. I hide when I start becoming happy and you've never experienced depression or anxiety. Everyone has their different rankings of how complicated they are, I am simply a higher ranking than you'd expect. I'm sorry that it has to be this way, but I'm about to distance myself with no explanation given.