Tragedy Is Sewn Into Your Soul

“i kept trying to fix things that i didn’t break, just because i didn’t want to lose them.”

i would like to officially thank sesame for its seeds, its oil, and of course its street

I no longer wish for anything. I no longer wish to be loved, to be heard or seen, to be understood. I no longer wish for my suffering to end. I no longer wish to do or be anything. I no longer wish to dream. I am no longer, me.

If I do not win the battle, the battle I fight with myself day and night, remember that I had the potential, and I tried with all my might. My tender heart, couldn't take the weight. It was crushed from the hopes I carried. My eyes are heavy, from dreams I have dreamt. If I never achieve them, please bury them with me. They meant everything to me, but somehow, I was too weak. I was too broken, to try again.