You see see what happened there...I made you look at me not from my own figures or doings but from a girl who somehow connects to my world in her own way.I showed you how after all that is done to her poor soul you saw her suffocating an inevitable truth with beautiful words.I did that.It hasn't been long since I came to know that I hid behind my poetry and writings thinking I faced the pain when all I did was use it as a dagger for me to slay the neck of the creature that has found comfort on my back mercilessly before it told the truth to my ears.you see if ever one needed to feel pain one must look it in the eyes and then decide whether to strangle it..drown it..swallow it or live with it.one must adore the truth...get to know it...if one awaits the day of healing....for me hiding became my disguise.concealing my pain like a debutante that is getting ready to be sold.you thought you knew didn't you?you must have believed me when I told you I strip naked for you.poor world you got me wrong.I don't owe you any explanation.This is to my poor heart that I denied myself the pain from.No silly girl no.No you are not depressed.No you don't get panick attacks.It is just your heart being a little extra.no you dont have anxiety it is just a born behaviour.Its your blood.No you haven't kept it all inside.you damn well show your anger.your frustration.your hurt.no they care.They do care they are just not good at showing it.No you are not dead...NO NO NO.oh! what a pain.I made sure to myself I never try to notice the difference between me and the other sane girls that surround me.I never thought about asking myself why I smeared blood on my notebook claiming myself "strong" or why I even started cutting myself at first place.I am afraid I am.A diseased mind.A demon embodied heart and soul.Without my consent I tutored myself to get used to the pain....For big fights to sound less chaotic...For insults to be comforting...For cutting to be artistic...For dying to be living.....
ENOUGH!!!!This is going to be my truth.Playing hide and seek with the truth never is a way to ease pain.It is no anesthetic.God beats your soul.People around you beat your soul....and you...you beat your soul.If ever you embark on a journey of healing or any journey you haven't set purpose for this is where it begins.For me being the clueless traveller that I am I begin by looking myself in the mirror and saying to myself "you are sick poor girl,you need help"
-Yeab T🥀

“And if this love isn’t really ours, I’m willing to fool fate to get a few moments with you. I will make them believe it’s us that’s meant to be. Even if I can’t have you forever, it’s okay. A moment with you is already a lifetime to me.”

Maybe I need to remind myself this everytime.

If the ones I love come to find out that I used them for my own survival,as my reason to exist in this world. A reason to fight,a reason to hold on, to ache,to feel,to breath,to live...would they hold a grudge on me?...only the clouds know

Am I a bad person for it? Cause I let love save me

Marie,my girl,the love of my life.

....About how drugs were destroying my ability to love you and your ability to love me.

Do you?

i find it ridiculous how im seeing a lot of the straight identifying women on habesha twitter clout chase by pretending to be gay lately. and it's working, like howw?? of course you're lesbianism must be male gaze appropriate and you also have to talk about men or dick (which are the same the thing tbh) a lot afterwards

FACT!!!!!!!

Someone Who's Been Mentally Abused May...
- Constantly apologize
- Breakdown during small disagreements
- Need a lot of reassurance
- Struggle to put their guard down
- Be hypersensitive to criticism
- Hide their feelings
- Feel like they're "not enough"

Someone really had to

Bro we get it you posted it first😂 I wonder what you will be if you wrote it first