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@running-thru-my-head
"Do you ever just not feel good? Like worse than feeling bad? Like when the headaches won't go away and making eye contact with anyone makes you want to cry? Like that kind of bad?
I took the trash out at work today. There was a broken glass in there and I kept thinking of how I knew what it felt like to drag a piece of that glass over my fragile skin.
Does this end? Without ending? Does this end?"
Paragraph 3; The Suicide Note I Never Left
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I keep writing about you
they tell me my words are beautiful, I don’t know why
you’re beautiful
but what they don’t know, what you don’t know
is that I stare at this blank fucking paper
and all I feel is rage, anger, and frustration
Because I wrote down these things and it never comes close to what I feel
If actions could be translated to words
I would write me shouting in my fucking car
because your favorite song came up on my god damn Pandora station again
I would write me standing in the shower while the scolding water burns my skin as I try to think of the exact moment I lost you
Then write me shutting off the water in total defeat because I realized I never had you
I would write how a fire starts in my chest whenever I see a picture of you and her
I’ve never envied a stranger so much before
I would write how my eyes burn as I continue to stare at the god damned ceiling at 3am, missing you
Being up that late was only fun when you were around
I wish you were still around
I don’t even know how to fucking end this
There’s no poetic way to say I feel like fucking shit.
via
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Empty, empty, empty, always fucking empty
When you look at me and our eyes meet, because I’m already looking at you, there’s this feeling that takes over me and it starts in my chest and moves to my finger tips and then every part of me feels like its tingling. I busy my hands so I don’t reach out to touch you even if it’s just to brush my fingers against yours. And I bite my tongue because if I don’t, I’ll call out your name.
But I can’t love you. For your sake, I can’t. And as much as I hate the thought, I wish you would never look at me again.
The crazy thing is; you didn’t have to do that. You didn’t have to come into my life like a fucking wrecking ball and ruin me. You could’ve just kept walking. You should’ve just kept walking. And I hate you for it.
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I’m just going to ignore the pain in my heart by getting ink pounded into my skin
Sylvia Plath
“If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself.”
— Nikita Gill
Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.
—Brain
sometimes, all you can do is breathe and wait for the storm in your chest to pass...
Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931
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— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
“Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.”
— William C. Hannan
