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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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Feeling numb is still a feeling
@wordsofpain🖤
Maybe that's why it still hurts......being numb
@wordsofpain🖤
Have you ever wanted to heal or try to know if the day of healing awaits you not for yourself but for the ones you love but didnt know where to start.....like you have dwelled in the darkness for long that nothing seems a way out?
@wordsofpain🌑
This is funny and sad 😂😂
Forwarded from republique (∂ я є α м є я )
I'll pour out what I have left of you on these crumpled sheets, paint my way down memory lane on the tiled floors, carve my pain out with trembling hands on the wooden ceilings, connect the dots in the pitch black sky until I'm swimming in your waves again, until I hang on this trapeze and immerse myself in every bit of you. until reality becomes a vivid duplication of my faculty of consciousness and thought, until you're as clear as daylight, until I can trace my bony fingers over your every edge, over the soul that departed from mine with my heart in his hands.
Forwarded from Thoughts Hub (Hubeyb☁️)
Like a tree that has been moved to a new location and suffers from hesitation between hitting its roots in the ground or groveling.
Have you ever found yourself trying to do something to cope with your misery...cutting...smoking...doing drugs...drinking...whatever it is that made sense in your mind...whatever it is that made you feel you are in control over this disease that constantly makes you think you have no power over it and again Have you ever been in a position where that thing stopped doing it for you???stopped making you feel like you have got you and that you are doing something about it?Ya...at a moment cutting stopped doing it for me...
-Yeab T🗡-
I dont think anything changed....I dont think anything ever changed from the way it usually was...it was just that for a time like some other times I felt so shallow...so deep with just a hole....so vague...and just...something just haunted me ....something frightened me cause I was so scared of being unloved... left alone...some amazingly awful creature...so pretentious...and I just couldn't do it anymore...I couldn't go on...It took so much of me to wake up and join with people cause I became too aware of the fact that I was fake.i couldn't know what being real looks like in such a fake world????maybe I am real being constantly told by a fake world that I am no different...or maybe everyone is real and I am just fake ...i just saw this people that surrounded me being cared for and being real and being loved for it when my total existence became so dull and fake..and I couldn't find anything that I could like about me...everyone didn't ask for the love they were given..or for the care they get...and they continuously got this overflowing love when I question everything that I was given as a due I had to pay...like a debt being pilled....and I just lost ...I lost cause I didnt have any word to say or any thing to offer or any good memory to remember...or any affirmation of pure love from anyone and suddenly I doubted everything and all that there is...and finally i doubted God about me...why I am such a mess...and If i am ever going to measure up....
-Yeab T🥀-
Pain existed within words
@wordsofpain🖤
Forwarded from Lost·In·Pieces (Dandelion)
Can I love the lonely out of you?
Can I love the pain you’re going through?
Forwarded from Thoughts Hub (Hubeyb☁️)
I didn’t know, if my heart was beating, or was it banging his head against my chest wall?
Forwarded from Cigarettes and Lollipops (Zekaria)
For months there was this thing inside my head and I couldn't really explain it to anyone without sounding mad. And after carrying this around in my head for so long, recently it got to heavy for me to carry and I had to resort to my only outlet; The paper. I sat down and I wrote. I wrote. It couldn't end. I kept writing for hours and now I have a pile of papers holding within them the words that cary the things that are killing me and the irony in all this is I can't even bear to read it again. Too scared of my own truth. Too scared of the series of unfortunate events called life.
Forwarded from EPHEMERAL
When will I ever be good enough?

@Lephemeral
I recommend ya'll this👆🖤🖤🖤
Sad but funny🤦‍♀️😂😂👇
Forwarded from Depressdua ጌጤ
A card for my members
I wonder if I'll ever be someone's heartbreaker...I wonder if someone would ever love this no good of a human...I wonder 🖤🖤