When people ask me how I’m doing, I wanna say, my depression is an angry deity. A jealous god that make juice out of my smile. A writhing burning feeling hiding in the shadows, waiting to be let out. But instead I say, “I’m okay.”

Fuck everyone who think of men as weak for showing their emotions!!!!!!!!!

Thank you.

I gazed at the cloud through my window with my watery eyes.I wondered about our similarities despite it being an infinite canvas and me being minuscule nobody.Does it shout...break and fall as thunder...lightning and rain as a way of showing its emotions?Is it telling us that God is another imaginary being that knows nothing but betrayal?whatever God did to it I won't ever know.will it ever forgive?will I ever forgive?will we ever........?
Will I be able to forgive the ones who hurt me even the ones in my bloodlines?That,I won't ever know too.I hope that we eventually will.but the day my heart really awaits for is the day we learn to forgive ourselves.what they did to us is so cruel and unforgivable but what is really barbaric is how many times we torture ourselves reminiscing the hurt and repeatedly letting ourselves break?I owe myself a lifetime of apologies.But even then I won't ever know how.Are you a reminder...a living proof of someone's wrong doings?Do you incessantly beat yourself?Do you deserve it?Is it fair?Are you lost in the idea of forgiveness?Have you shut yourself in the process?Were you able to forget?Can you forget?Is it fair for your soul to receive the beatings of another person's villainy?What is forgiveness?Is it to forget?Have you come to know?will we ever come to know?Are you ready to let go?Are you ready to forgive yourself?Who are you to deprive your soul the healing it deserves?
-Yeab T🌊-

Of all the things I have ever loved depression is the only thing that never had the balls to leave

Woke up and regretted my choice

Have you ever stated perfect arguments and clear facts and won an argument........................
In your mind?
Always.

I Am A THREAT TO MYSELF.

Dear me,
I am sorry.
I am sorry for making you go through all this pain. I am sorry for making you feel all the pain on your wrist. I am sorry I didn’t give you the space and time you needed. I am sorry I forced you to smile when you didn’t want, to pretend that you are happy. I am sorry for making you feel low and worthy enough when it was the people who could never see through. I am sorry for making you help people and think of them when your hands were bleeding. I am sorry because you had to give so much of yourself for people who didn’t give a tiny morsel of appreciation. I am sorry for not loving you, the way you deserved to be loved.

-letter for myself.

When she was little,she can't have played much with other children.

You are a part of my world now.when I wake up I reach for you and even though you are not physically there I feel you move inside me.I breath and my lungs are full of you.There is no moment my heart stops feeling you or missing you.please come soon.please stay.
-V-

The wound is the place where the light enters you....
-rumi💚-

A 'house' needs love to be called a 'home'.