Crybaby

“Sometimes people stop loving you. And that’s the kind of darkness that never gets fixed, no matter how many moons rise again.”

“I’m pissed off. I’m pissed that amazing people are suicidal. I’m pissed that kids get cancer. I’m pissed that poor people can’t afford college. I’m pissed that soulmates don’t end up together. I’m pissed that people lie. I’m pissed that no one cares about the earth. I’m pissed that people are fake as fuck. I’m mad because this world is so fucked up and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

trauma is not a race; there is no finish line or running time. it’s okay that you are still dealing with a small interaction that happened years and years ago. it is okay if you can’t stop writing about it, even fifty poems later. it’s okay that you have bad days that seem to come around randomly. i know that there are people who sort of expect you to pack up your feelings and go; a calculated “acceptable” timeframe; you’re allowed to be sad for a certain amount of time or talk about it only at this many functions or relapse only a few times before you’re just a hopeless case.