#sad qutoes
im evolving to the person u wanted me to be
if u can fall asleep when things are bad between us then it shows me u dont care what could happen when u wake up
“Hey, are you okay?”
“I never see things as they are, only what they could be. So, can you blame me when I look at you and all I see is love.”
“What do you think the meaning of life is?” she asked, staring up at the stars. “To love and be loved,” I replied.
Meeting you will never be my regret, tolerating the ways you hurt me always will be.
Your pain was my pain, but mine was never yours.
The long lost hours of sleep meant nothing for a precious love, but it lost its shine when you left me in the dark.
“Please don’t hate me, I love you, but I’m important too.”
Selicia Ramirez ( I had to let go of you or else it would be self sabotage)
“Life is shit.”
~ Me, 2020
“Wanting to be someone else is a waste of who you are.”
—Kurt Cobain
Cr: YouTube - „if we love | short film“
I have never felt more alone and disconnected from people.
Do you see the struggle
In my eyes
Do you see how I’m trapped
Inside of my mind
Do you see through my mask
Because it’s slowly cracking
Do you see my hidden tears
The ones I’ve been masking
Do you see my imperfections
The ones I try so hard to hide
Can you see my contemplation
When I think thoughts of suicide
Can you see that I’m trying
But it’s never enough
Can you see I’m a failure
Although I never give up
Do you see how my smile
Never reaches my eyes
Do you see how I’m just a girl
Hiding in disguise
You would never call me pretty
If you could see my scars
You’d never think I’m worth it
If you looked through my eyes
Can’t you see
All I am is a broken mess
Like a shattered mirror
You can never fix.
-Alex Bayes
Living has never been so difficult.
I think I’m losing my mind …
Everyone leaves. Even if they said they would never do so. They will. I am sorry.
We are all broken. That’s how the light gets in.
Nicotine
You are my second father,
A father who I could relate with
A father who shared the same weakness
The one that I share my despondency with.
You are my second father,
The one who enlightens.
A father who I used to watch
Whenever he lights up a cigarette.
You are my second father,
The one that I used to be closed with.
The one that taught me ways to cope
The one that taught me not to smoke.
But now that I’m older,
You had started building walls.
Our conversations had reached to its end,
As you started flaming your nicotine.
I don’t have much to say now
But just like you, you know that I’m here too.
You might not be able to hear me right now
But please don’t leave me too.
