and it hurts that i cant be what everyone wants or what anyone needs and it hurts that i can't be what i want or what i need because im not enough and i wont be enough and ill never be close to enough and im just so dam tired
somewhere in this fucked up world, there is love. The happy kind of love, with no pain.
I didn’t know who I was. I would look in the mirror and just cry, wondering why I was so unhappy. I just had to get out of the stump I placed myself in, and the only way I knew how was to remove everything that confused me.
I find myself so confused. Why can't he just go away? stop talking to me and just disappear. I cant keep this going anymore. He hurt me so much, and every other day I bump into him and force a fake smile. I should hate him, but it's so hard to hate the people you used to love
Truth is, I'm just trying to figure out who I am. How can you define me, when I'm still trying to find myself?
but i know what its like to want to die how it hurts to smile how you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing in the inside
sometimes i wonder about the moon, i wonder how its like to be able to shine everybody's night to have someone look up at midnight and say that i looks so beautiful tonight. sometimes its full & sometimes its not but its still the most stunning in the sky. im just a star in the middle of every other im nothing special. sometimes i shine bright most nights i don't, i feel so useless. i would die to have someone look up at me and make them there lucky star. but i doubt anyone would notice that...
“Nothing in this life will ever make sense to me but I can’t help but try to collect the change and hope it’s enough to pay for our mistakes.” — Tahereh Mafi - Unravel Me
Loneliness is a strange sort of thing. It creeps on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark, strokes by your hair as you sleep. It wraps itself around your bones, squeezing so tight you almost can’t breathe. It leaves lies in your heart, lies next to you at night, leaches the light out of every corner. It’s a constant companion, clasping your hand only to yank you down when you’re struggling to stand up. You wake up in the morning and wonder who you are. You fail to fall asleep at...
the truth is a painful reminder of why i prefer to live among lies
were only lost children, trying to find a friend
im always the one who loves more that's the problem
its sad how i can't remember what its like to laugh and mean it
sometimes i like to sit in my room alone and think about what it would be like if someone actually gave a damn about me if someone took time out of their day just to visit me but then i laugh to myself because i can never imagine anyone looking at me and feeling anything but being disgusted of me seeing my imperfections pointing out all my flaws as if i can't already see them. as i lay in bed at night and count everyone who has made me feel something to them but then i remember the words the...
don't walk away, you don't know how much it would kill me if you just woke up and concluded that i wasn't worth trying anymore that i wasn't work what i put you threw everyday im terrified of you leaving you know my brightest star and me darkest allies you look me in the eye and i can't resist myself from wanting to feel your arms around me. your warmth when you speak i feel fireworks in my stomach when you say my name just don't walk away please don't say that you can't deal with me anymo...
i like storms they let me know that even the sky scream too
all i want is to get in a fight with a guy and scream at him to shut up and then he’ll push me roughly against a wall and whisper “make me”
we started of as strangers and soon we became friends i was finally starting to feel happy you made me feel better and i loved you because of it
we used to be closer than this.
Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.