#sadness
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
No matter how much love I give out, my heart never received the same amount back.
So I’m left here lacking more and more love. Not just for others but mainly for my self.
07/03/2020
How do i explain it
How can i explain the feeling of being numb, the feeling of being dead when I’m alive, the feeling of believing I have no one by my side when in fact I do, the feeling of being unwanted and unloved when there are people that do love and want me.
How do I tell my loved ones, the people that should be the closest to me that I’m not feeling alright. That I feel lonely. Exhausted. Tired.
How do I tell them that I can’t talk to them because I feel like they don’t want to know. Like they don’t care.
What do I tell them when they ask me what exactly is wrong when I can’t even figure it myself.
I keep it to myself. It’s easier to fight against it alone than having to explain something I don’t understand. I don’t want to bother them or be a burden. So it’s just the best if I keep them out of my personal struggles. Out of my personal miserie.
I’m sorry.
Sometimes
I think about all that I’ve done
And gone through
That no one even knows about
And I get sad thinking that
No one will ever know
About all these things that make me, me,
But then I think
Maybe it’s best that these things
Die with me.
Maybe that’s not such
A bad thing
-A.M.
Living has never been so difficult.
I think I’m losing my mind …
Im so lost and i don’t know what to do about it…
Can you feel the breath ?
Jared Padalecki @jaredpadalecki
・・・
Well, here goes…
I write this as I head to my last day of #Supernatural.
My last day with #SamWinchester.
Obviously, my head is spinning and my emotions are stratospheric, but there’s still a bit of time left on the clock.
Thank y’all SO MUCH for the incredible amount of love and support that’s been headed our way, in these final hours.
It’s definitely been felt.
I’ll check in soon, but, for now,
#WeHaveWorkToDo
#spnfamily
Charles Bukowski/Soul Food Poetry
Fandom: Marvel/Avengers
Pairing: Loki/Reader
Category: Fluff. Fluff without plot.
Rating: G.
Summary: Loki looks on as you slip into despair over a spilled mug of tea. But then he knows it’s not really about the tea, is it?
Warnings/Notes: Maybe this one is a little bit more autobiographical than my usual Lullabies? My husband broke one of my (many, many) mugs earlier this week and maybe I had to hide myself away and cry my face off because it was just the final straw. Things suck and it’s hard to see any real, actionable way that little people like us can do anything about it, but maybe Loki’s out there keeping an eye on us. Do what you can.
I’ve Got You
He hadn’t meant to do it.
In a way, surely, he wasn’t the one to do it at all. It was Thor. It was always Thor. If it wasn’t his loud excitement, it was his booming anger, or—perhaps most infuriating of all—his childish whininess. That whininess, and the pouting, were all that Loki could think of in the streets with his brother when Midgardian women swarmed them and begged to take pictures with the great and wonderous god. Would they fawn over him the way they did if they knew about the hundred-year strop Thor had thrown late in his adolescence? Surely not.