I’m trying so hard to be not sad and it’s so hard I wish I didn’t have a brain
when someone is mean to you
Reblog it so I can reblog it
beong anywhere but my bed makes me feel physically ill
the dissociation struggle is real right now
I am very sad and I feel more miserable than I can say, and I do not know how far I’ve come. I do not know what to do or what to think, but vehemently desire to leave this place. I feel so melancholy.
I waited everyday for you and I know that this is strange,
But no I had to see it for myself, so I never go insane.
I got this voice inside my head, “Don’t believe a word I say.”
I remember you said if you die you’d haunt me every day.
I think I caught what you caught, a general fear and a thought:
I will never live again.
I was never more than a friend.
I wish I knew everyone as well as you knew me.
We’re talking of spacecrafts, we both laugh and I’m relieved.
See we’ve got a good thing, it’s a good thing when you’re with me…
If you knew me well at all, I’ve never felt complete:
I am an empty building bound to fall and all the stories leak.
Got a Bible but I’m the only one that had a plan for me.
Left my God in confidence ‘cause I never heard him speak.
So let me say what I want then I’ll go,
There’s something that you ought to know
(‘Cause I knew that you had forgot):
When I think I’m alone, I am not.
I know exactly who you are.
I’M GONNA BE OKAY I’VE GOT PEOPLE WHO LOVE ME EVEN WHEN I DON’T REALLY DESERVE IT I’VE GOT THINGS TO LOOK FORWARD TO AND PEOPLE TO LOVE AND DOGS TO PET AND RAIN TO LISTEN TO AND I’M GONNA BE OKAY WE’RE GONNA BE OKAY
Tonight, once more, life sinks its teeth into my heart.
I actually would rather die than feel like this
feeling incredibly down and disgusting and every other bad feeling in the world and idk what to do