#vent blog
It fills me with such envy to see my friends have other friends. How do they go to a place and end up with a new person in their contacts by the end of the day? How are they able to maintain relationships like that. It sucks to know that if we ever stop talking they’d have people to talk to but I’d be all alone.
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It sucks having no friends sometimes. I wanna talk to people and give eachother advice and have fun.
I long for a darkness only found in my childhood home. The basement buried deep in the soil surrounded by the forest’s roots. Cold brick walls felt safe when everything else was so scary. The basement was a bomb shelter protecting me from the war happening above. Plates being thrown through the air couldn’t reach me deep in the earth. No hands could touch me when I was cradled by the dirt. I just want to go back
Waiting for that mood swing to hit so I can start feeling like life is beautiful again
i need to cry
but i think
my tears will run out
before this feeling goes away
the parasite inside my brain
has left my skull
it’s sitting on my head and making me feel heavy
my limbs are barely hanging on
my head is falling to the floor
it’s telling me
“snap out of it”
but im afraid i have forgotten
how it feels to be okay
it’s getting harder to wake up everyday
walking to school has never felt so tiring
i haven’t had a rest in weeks
no wonder im falling apart
I’m tired
My head feels heavy
I’m starting to feel it again
The loss of hope
The greying of the colors
The ticking of the clock
The sighs
The music in a loop
The restlessness
The emptiness
I’m full of emptiness.
Full.
Of.
Emptiness.
I feel like throwing plates
I feel like throwing plates on the ground
I feel like screaming from a cliff
I feel like sobbing in the bathroom
I feel like my playlist doesn’t get me
I feel like I’m lonelier than i think i am
I feel like im numb inside
I feel like I’m faking it
I feel like im going insane
I feel like im terrified of the future
I feel like this is the only way of expressing my feelings
I feel like this poem is my escape
I feel like this is my therapy
I feel like im going insane
I lost my teenage years to a putrid worm
I’m filled with divine love and undying rage