Hug me, I’m mentally tired.

A child cried painful tears for years.
The mother never noticed.
-Y-

Healing will never come easy.you have to know that

Many people go through terrible shit in some part of their life and when they come out of it somehow they tend to act like it was all a choice and for me because I have been there through both I hate that idea.I have felt extremely ecstatic and shit sad and knowing that had made me realize that despite how much we try leading a hopeful healthy lifestyle takes too much.so if by any chance I find myself finally getting out of this shit I am gonna try with all of me to help the ones still drowning in the dark but first I need to help myself.which brings me to another point.HOW DO WE HELP OURSELVES?Do we just forget bad times like they never happened?will we heal?will we forgive?Do we make peace with the past?we don't have a fucking clue of what to do.I guess that's why we can't get ourselves out of the dark because noone thought us where to begin.we need to learn how to let go of what makes us sick.For me at the moment asking help is my first step towards the path of healing.It took me self harm...near death experience...years and years of sadness...self doubt...self hate...too much self hate...waste of my childhood and teenage years...losing almost all of me...but for myself and mostly for the ones I love nomatter how weak i felt and still feel asking for help is the only choice .Nomatter what people would say or what my demons whisper through my ears about my choice I will feel a bit comfort in knowing that this time I chose for me.This time I chose to love and fight for me.
-Yeab T🌹-

Choosing you after all you went through isnot being selfish

You owe the fight to your heart.The heart you broke in expecting...in loving...in dying day after day.You owe it to you🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I spread misery wherever I go because I feel nothing else.

The scars on my arm remind me of what I so deeply crave to forget.

If no one hates you, you’re doing something wrong.

When I posted this poem it took me a lot because that poem held too much of me and my pain and it was too bloody but I posted it because my story had to be said for the ones that couldnt say things about their story...my life had to be told so others couldnt have to feel alone...Everything about this channel is me being a voice...and I trusted you guys with it though you knew who I was so now I hope you trust me with yours.It doesn't have to be a poem or a perfect story and you dont have to tell your name...leave me your story in my inbox and let others know you face the pain too...that they are not alone...identity hidden...when I get back I will post it on the channel...you can be the voice too...let's be there for eachother
#mystory is #yourstory

Till then here is something from my draft👇

Cut myself today...for no reason at all..I wasnt happy...I wasnt sad...things were not good not bad...things were starting to feel right but something I wasn't aware of was wrong...a loneliness I couldnt suffocate with pillows...with tears...with music...with water...with blood was troubling me so I decided to slit .....DEEP...till it hurt nomore...Like somehow the secret was engraved in my veins...
-Yeab T🥀-

I wish I could go to space and stare at the dark side of the moon. I thinkI would see my own reflection in it.

I looking at the stars and wishing I could fly with them.

Rolling up a gram and lost in my thoughts.

Sometimes I just feel so disconnected from everything and everyone around me. It scares me, but it also gives me some kind of peace

Brain are awesome. I wish everybody had one.

The truth hurts. You can’t change. And some say time heals wounds. But we all know thats bullshit. That comes from people that have nothing original to say. Time heals shit. Doing things heals wounds. Anyone who says otherwise is the happiest person alive.

I wish that I could look at you with empathy. Sometimes I feel like I became what you was scared to be. Which makes it really hard to look at you with sympathy. ‘Cause if I’m feeling bad for you, then I have to feel bad for me. And that’s just something I feel like we don’t deserve. That’s why I’m always looking down on you, I know it hurts. I’m sure you have a lot of questions that I’ve been tryna search to find us both some answers. I’ll be here for you if things get worse.

I don’t know why I do it. Maybe the cold steel on my wrist just feels good. Maybe I like looking at the blood. Maybe I’m just looking for something. Something that will release me from this pain. Maybe it’s because it makes me forget what I so desperately crave to forget. Maybe the thoughts of death just simply amuse me. Maybe I feel like the secret to happiness is locked somewhere deep in my veins.