Have you ever just sat with your friends realizing you’re the least important friend in the group and that it wouldn’t make difference if you were there or not?

Faking a smile is easier than explaining why you’re sad.

Fake Smile // Ariana Grande wallpapers

„Es heißt Freundschaft, weil man mit Freunden alles schafft.“

Da wird mir glatt schlecht…

Ja die guten, wo man die Hand für ins Feuer gelegt hätte. Die sich melden: wenn ihnen langweilig ist, sie was machen wollen, oder es ihnen schlecht geht. Jedoch… wenn man sich nicht meldet, weil man zu kämpfen hat, ist man das Arschloch. Man denkt, man selbst ist der Fehler, aber eigentlich sind es doch die anderen.

Man gibt sich für alles die Schuld und fällt in tiefen, wo man allein nicht mehr hinaus kommt. Dann merkst du erst wer wirklich da ist. Wer dir helfen und das beste für dich will und für dich da ist auch in beschissenen Zeiten.

Trauriger weise bemerkt man dann, man steht alleine da. Obwohl man dachte, dass man Freunde hat…

Did you douse yourself in decency?
I hope that you survive,
Don’t be consumed by the false kinship that takes your side,
This mad place you call home?
In actuality, we’ve made acquaintance with the Arctic zone.

yeah,

i haven’t friends.

i’m not pretty as the other girls are.

i have mental issues.

i’m always worrying.

i’m addicted to the internet.

and… that means you can easily use me and drop when you want?

Infinite sadness. No hope. Empty pack of cigarettes, I too am a lighter without fuel

Beer and meat rotting in putrid juices, know what’s worse? An empty stomach bathe in cyanide.

Feel the ulcers eat away at your organs as your fester and die inside. Beyond gone. Beyond hope. Beyond help.

I die a little more and more each day, nothing can restore my faith in what was once a necessity.

Words now like blankets suffocate me as I burn to death in pageless deserts of scorching sun

Not even the vultures feed on my carcass, the sound blown around me I am forever cursed with the mark of failure.

I can only feed my interests with different ways to divide my own existence

Torn into panels of the everyday I entertain the empty mind of scholars illiterate in blood

There is no bond in which I am bound, atoms decompose into spaceships and lightning

All around me is the shadow that carries my doubt and calls it my epitaph

Hoisted up by sorrow I am gone to the wind from which I have flown

Enter the abyss, fearful that emotions will never find my body

Left into the night I reach for ahold of myself and who I once was

What has already rotted away and left me for dead, forbidden to be helped or relieved of my stone chains

Bound by the promises only made by arthritic movements and tinnitus

Across my heart and jump hoping to fly

It’s easy to smile,

But to mean it is not.

I’ll give you my best effort

But if you don’t believe it

It’s your fault.

Untitled // Kitten Quinn

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