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My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery,always buzzing,humming,soaring,roaring,diving and then buried in mud.🥀
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Don't you know I am only trying to disappear.
I am slowly killing myself.
When you are depressed what kills you most is how when you are good,you promise yourself you are going to fight but when the depression kicks in you can't, move let alone fight. Always letting myself down is something i can't ever forgive myself for.
Forwarded from ዘመኔ' (mitu)
It's hard celebrating stn good wiz ur friend while holding ur pain inside.
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#𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩
.....Who in their right mind letting you out the house alone
TELL ME IS YOUR HOUSE A HOME?🖤🖤🖤
When the weight of the world is in your shoulder,its usually easier to stay in bed.
Dear depression,you are everywhere.
I wanted it all to be over and I wanted to die because I couldn't stand it anymore.
Beautiful lies cover my eyes with your hands.
Forwarded from AY - MIND
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@AYMIND
Dear me,
I am sorry.
I am sorry for making you go through all this pain. I am sorry for making you feel all the pain on your wrist. I am sorry I didn’t give you the space and time you needed. I am sorry I forced you to smile when you didn’t want, to pretend that you are happy. I am sorry for making you feel low and worthy enough when it was the people who could never see through. I am sorry for making you help people and think of them when your hands were bleeding. I am sorry because you had to give so much of yourself for people who didn’t give a tiny morsel of appreciation. I am sorry for not loving you, the way you deserved to be loved.

-letter for myself.
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Why do I feel what I feel?why do I feel lost ...feel like I have got no home when I could find one?Why do I feel like I am in a desert in a middle of nowhere when I am actually in New York in between all that chaos?All those faces yet all I feel is going insane with all the car honks,the loud conversations.....why do I feel like the ground?...feeling all those steps all over my body and listen as my bones crack...Why is it that wherever I go whatever I do I cant let go of this darkness?Why has light become so slow when it comes to me?Is it impenetrable..This hole...This constant feeling of insanity...Is there a life beyond this?Is there me after this?They say"The orphan got lost because he dont know where home is"....Is that my fate?...God,What is this??How did it feel to create a soul and label it "homeless".Was it thrilling...exciting...or did it hurt you?Are you a masochist?Do you love the pain...my pain...cause no father cherishes his daughter's....I guess it explains the reason why I hate and love the pain at the same time.since you made me in your image ....I can't do this anymore...In the times they picked stones to attack you...in all the times they dragged your name ...in all the times they spat on you...made fun of your vulnerability...your nakedness...in all that beating...all that scar...all that blood...did you know it was gonna lead you to death and by death your resurrection?If so tell me where all of this is gonna lead me too...tell me how much longer I have to carry this demon...I feel like I have died with a body that hasn't...It took you three days how long is it gonna take mine...when is my resurrection????
@wordsofpain🖤
One day you will learn that noone will save you from yourself.
To be lost is not to be in an island without nowhere to go...to be lost is to be desolated...to not feel welcomed...to not know why you feel so abandoned even when there might be some type of love being given....it is to call out a saviour and to find that the only voice you hear is your own voice in a form of an echo...that's where being lost lies in the middle of the forest where only crawling creatures and darkness lies....where trees and haunting memories lie...where spider web and leaves cover scars...that's where they lie...that's where they wandered....where they fell....where they lost their innocence
-Yeab T🌊-