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there are poems etched on the back of my throat. I can’t whisper them out, but they all scream your name.

- unaiza n, the center of every poem is that I love you.

You love and love a person until you are an empty shell,

But even when they are full, they would still never be the person they promised you the first.

I always wondered why flowers bloom,

Fragile and living for only short time.

I have realized now—

Maybe, to make a difference,

A big one.

Britt Warner - “Hummingbird”

“Maybe I was naive, got lost in your eyes

And never really had a chance

My mistake, I didn’t know to be in love

You had to fight to have the upper hand

I had so many dreams about you and me

Happy endings, now I know”


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It’s like a bad trip and it doesn’t stop

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vixvaporub:

10th: You and I fell in love with the same person. – Chapter 3 ♡ Why Am I So

Nicole Dollanganger (that photo upload problem I was having came back again, so I had to screenshot it from google images)

I wish I could feel things normally again. I be needing shows or books to feel something and it’s just sad. That shouldn’t be the case at all. Whenever I do feel something tho I can never tell if it’s genuine or if I’m faking that emotion and ultimately just end up dwelling over it with no answers whatsoever.

I hope one day I can silently just disappear out of people’s lives. At this point all I’m able to do is sabotage myself and drag people down with me. Time is just gonna pass by and I’ll just keep falling behind on everything. I can’t keep up anymore

lean with the cash dude

You said you choose me but why doesn’t it feel like that ?

And again my love is too much to handle

I have lost so many years to sadness and misery. I lost so many good opportunities because I was hiding. Hiding in the dark, hiding behind self created illusions. I am done. I dont want to waste my youth anymore. I am done waiting for something to happen. I AM DONE

It always seemed like I had a good relationship with my mom, like when did it become so toxic???

You call yourself my best friend but I only come to your mind when YOU feel bad when I need you you don’t give a fuck about me. I am a secret when you are happy, a burden when I’m sad. You let me rot alone and betrayed me, but now

You’redeadtome

If I treated them the way they treated me

They would HATE me….

Oftentimes in my dreams I am in my neighborhood, but I can never find my house, and everything is off.

Also good news, I found my gender identity, I am a demigirl. They.her pronouns. I am unsure about Neo pronouns, but if they were accepted and I didn’t have internalized disliking for it, I might use something cool, like ephe/phers/pheirs

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It’s getting worse day by day.

I’m staring to feel the need of cuts, craving the sight of my own blood as a punishment. The things that helped me before, are not working anymore.

I often catch myself degrading my whole being, like as I am an outsider. The memories he made me suffer through are not fading at all, as the doctor has said they will.

Everything is useless. I’m staring to think If It’s worth staying alive or not at all. This is not the usual kind of post, this is much longer and deeper this time.

I’m counting the days I should stay alive but my pen is getting useless day by day. My body feels like It’s rotting with every breath I take and every movement gets me closer to the edge.

His hands made wounds that will never heal, but get nastier and nastier everytime I see them. I wish I never wore a skirt. Especially not that day.

I’m begging for the world to end me in any way. Give me the sweet release of this lie, this false reality. I don’t want to live like this no more.

I’m waiting for the lovely day of my death, the freedom from this suffering. Heaven or Hell doesn’t exist. Hell surely don’t. There’s no worse place than Earth itself.

The sour taste the pills, lefr on my tounge never faided since that day.

I wish I never decided to look that way.

I wish I never decided to go out that day.

I wish He didn’t call me sweetheart.

I wish He died.

Please dont touch me it makes me feel disgusted

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