it was getting better

i am tired. i am exhausted. from my head to my soul to my bones i am so fucking tired.

Whenever I think it's getting better, it's getting worse.

Please understand that I get so messed up inside sometimes

this is for the people who went through trauma and didn’t come out of it with thicker skin. but, instead, came back with sensitivity to the world and a deep sadness that won’t go away. some of us went through something and lost a piece of ourselves; our broken hearts never healed quite right afterwards. i see you and i feel you and i am you. it’s going to be okay.

I saw you in my dreams again, I held you a little tighter because I knew when I would wake up you’d be gone.