why they wanna medicate me like a sick joke?

There are stories only you have to tell, because there is no one who looks at the world in the way you do. There is no one else who listens to the whispers tucked in a soft breeze or understands the wilting petals whimpering. There is no one who feels the earth in the way you do. You are the one.

I have always told myself repeatedly that the reason that people left me is because I wasn't worth it."I amnot worth enough for someone to stay..I am just the non deserving one who seem to spoil everything fresh in life. I am destined to rot everything good in life..maybe I am just weak a branch unable to hold the fruit that sweetened my life and make it worth of being a branch..cause what is a branch without its ability to hold a fruit." I thought there was something wrong with me. Something abnormal of me to why they did the thing they did. Maybe the repetition of people being sick of who I am made me believe it after all.I have always had a hard time opening up for people because I fear that if I become too vulnerable they will leave too...if they see something in me that everyone saw when they left. To lower that guard down...To want to be loved...takes too much. I despised myself for wanting to be cared for and loved for once. This is a reminder that it's ok to feel this way. I have to go easy on myself. This is the first step.🖤🖤🖤

I would simp for this man day in day out.🖤🖤🖤

Someone?

I can't stand with being FAKE!

I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams.How I wake up tired. How I'm being drowned by some kind of black wave.

Fight club 1999

What is my heart to you
that you must break it over and over

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show me your scars,
i promise i'll kiss them.

You must write, and read, as if your life depended on it.

"But, I painfully loved you." I said as my voice cracks, "I love you so much, much, much that it just hurts every minute I’m without you." I cried. "much that I walk to you through this door knowing I'd be leaving the room broken, hurt and lost but I walked in to you without fear. I walked in to hold the hands that always used to hurt me, I was bleeding, I am bleeding, and I don't mind keep on bleeding, If my soul is scratched by you."