How is it possible to be killed by your mind, every single night?

And maybe you’re just

another bad habit,

that I’m struggling

to let go of.

This might hurt me. //ma.c.a

I want you to understand how chaotic, loud and inhuman my brain is,

But my darling, I wouldn’t want to make you feel so insane.

Please make yourself happy. And don’t wait for anyone to do it for you.

I tell that to myself, every second of the day. // ma.c.a

I was a damaged painting in a forgotten museum, but you still loved me.
—  s.s. (stephenstilwell)