I was never good at apologies so bare with me
I’m sorry about how I ended things
I’m sorry that I was hard to love
I’m sorry I couldn’t love you back
I’m sorry I was an anxious mess
I’m sorry my depression always got the best of me
But most of all I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better person, the person you deserved
i cannot tell if i am afraid of the dark, or afraid of what i’ll do when no ones watching.
“No one is going anywhere. Okay? You’re still here.”
Until you’re not.
you cannot drop words of doubt if you never intend to bring them up again, that’s called littering.
Happy Thanksgiving 🍁
I just want someone
to say beautiful things
in my ear, and to hold
me like I deserve it.
they say “your bark is worse than your bite” like it’s some sort of insult, but physical wounds do always heal faster than emotional ones.
You’re there. You’re just there like some kind of decoration. Something someone will only take out in the box when it’s in season.
You’re not that different from the rest. Your life is also a mess. Why did you ever thought that you are special? Everything about you is trivial.
You’re existence is never felt. What makes you think that anyone will care when you disappear? Nobody holds you dear.
“I plucked a daisy in Kentucky. It told me that you loved me, so I left your love there.”
- Sabrina Benaim
I ask into the reflective surface,
Who am I,
Who am I,
Who am I.
The empty eyes seem to answer,
- Every peice of me that has gone missing, where did you go ?
screaming makes you crazy in the eyes of people, so you and I are silent, but someday a loud sound will light up the whole planet
it’s sad, isn’t it?
my existence in the life i pulled
a soul in another shell
eventually you’ll find me hanging
the once bloomed torn to shreds