person: [shows even slight disinterest]
me: they fucking hate me!! they ha te me and they think im terrible and annoying why do i even try
MAYBE I WAS WRONG ABOUT YOU AND MAYBE YOU DIDNT LOVE ME OR EVEN CARE ABOUT ME BUT I CANT QUITE UNDERSTAND HOW YOU COULD USE SOMEBODY WHO HATED HERSELF SO MUCH YET COULD LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE STARS LOVE THE SKY OR THE MOON LOVES THE SUN AND I GUESS IT REALLY DOESNT MATTER BECAUSE I DONT EXPECT SOMEBODY TO NOT GIVE UP ON ME WHEN IVE ALREADY GIVEN UP ON MYSELF
(via imthefxckingprincess)
But, she is not okay. She is all dark minded, empty eyed, and pale faced. She’s ready to break, angry screams, and full of hate. She is not herself, she is the bad that she battles every night. Tonight she has lost it. She is the tally marks on her wrist, she is bleeding rose red drips. She’s crumpled up paper scribbled with messy words, she is ink stained letters smudged by tears. She is trapped in a mind that doesn’t feel like her own, stuck in a room that doesn’t feel like home. She is losing each inch of herself, she is losing, losing it all. You see it, you see this, but you still let her fall. You said, “before we run, we must learn how to crawl.” But, she’s been on her hands and knees crying for help, it’s not time to confuse it with whelp. She’s no wolf tonight, she’s a sad girl, losing the fight.
i.c. // helpless, her. (via delicatepoetry)
Most days my demons are silent, but when they talk, oh, God, how they scream.
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Today I’m wearing a lovely shade of I slept like shit so don’t piss me off
She walked with darkness dripping off her shoulders, I’ve seen ghosts brighter than her soul.
VàZaki Nada (via ryotakises)
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