Tired All The Time

- This disaster in my soul is turning into a catastrophe ready to take my body down and god, I’m so ready. -

-You know when you sit alone in bed, shivering because of how fucking depressed and sad you are?-

*I’m numb to everything but the touch of your hands on me and I can’t get enough*

-You’re mine now, and I never want that to change, but the thought that maybe one day you’ll want it to scares the shit out of me-

-you’re here now, but what about when you’re not?-

-“‘Cause I got a feelin’, I just might get worse”-

You know when everything comes crashing down on you like a wave, and all you can think is “fuck. I thought I was okay.”

~*things are bad again*-

_i looked at myself from above, and i got scared. i thought, “i don’t like who that is. i never have, and what if i never will?”_

•i’ve lost the joy in life. well, more like waved goodbye as i gave the train ticket and walked away.•

~”and when it rains, it fucking pours. but I think I like it.”~

-I think I’ve thought myself to death-

/Don’t wake me up, for I’ve lost myself in my dreams/

-is this pressure in my chest from smoking or from the crushing weight of living?-

~I tried to plant flowers in my lungs to feel beautiful, but now I’m only suffocating~

It hurts so bad but feels so good