remember when you were fifteen and you were convinced you were evil and irredeemable and completely insane but it turns out you were just fifteen
Your soul stained my shoulders. My whole life smells like you. This will take time, undoing you from my blood.
sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined
as i lie down in bed, i ask myself if it is peace or loneliness. to watch this house lose the noise that often irritated my ear when i was a child. to witness how life slowly leaves its soft-yellow painted walls. to experience how time passes by and claims back most of my treasure.
now that the chaos and noises are
gone, why did i feel so empty? and aching to hear it again just a little more
now that the chaos and noises are
gone, why did i feel so empty? and aching to hear it again just a little more
You mustn't think that I'm dreadfully sad. Yes, I am, but you know, at the back of it is absolute faith and hope and love
There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.
mom can you come get me things are getting bad again & i feel every insult like a sharp tooth & i feel my dreams rotting under my fingernails