The sensitive suffer more; but they love more, and dream more.

— Augusto Cury

i wonder if someone has ever thought of me so much at night
that they couldn’t sleep.

• @regretletters •

They say write whenever you feel
Feel happy....write joy
Feel anger....write rage
Feel sad....write melancholy
And if ever you stop writing
Watch yourself collapse
Was all this words anesthetic for our pain
Were they supposed to trick us to the thought that we actualy healed
When we tore open our wounds in each letter
Deceive our questioning mind with a lie of a never gained relief
Did we know that it's always gonna be like this?
Are we always gonna bleed?
Are we always gonna be thrown from chaos to calmness like a bag of dirt?
Whom noone wants to deal with
I don't know
But I know one thing for sure
I know my soul is tired
I know it doesn't have a power to fight for the truth or wait for it
Happiness calmness pain chaos Happiness calmness pain chaos.......
Each day in repeat
My poor soul is tired
Of hoping and expecting
And longing for something
So Oblivious
Something unachievable.
-Yeab T🤍-

When everything goes to shit, what do you do? When everyone abandons you, who do you talk to? When you wanna die, do you give in to the pain and slit your wrists?

I feel as If some part of me has died.

I fear that maybe all of me has died.

The thing about depression is that it lies.

the thing about being depressed is that your sadness doesn’t have a tangible reason,
so you can’t fix something like that and make it go away.
sooo all you can do is suffer and wait for it to pass but...
it SELDOM does!

• @regretletters •

To everyone I have loved and whose love have saved me from myself💛

When I start to lose myself you keep holding onto me.

Most days I feel nothing. I wake up and I say again,really?

How can people like us...with fucked up brains like ours...How do we know what love is?

I would get this feeling like I am floating outside my body looking down on myself and I HATE WHAT I SEE