"It's a shxt day, only if you let it be one." DON'T YOU GET IT? IT'S A SHxT DAY, BECAUSE I HAVE VOICES IN MY HEAD TELLING ME HOW WORTHLESS I AM. IT'S A SHxT DAY, BECAUSE OF HOW I FEEL LIKE I'M THE ONLY PERSON IN THE ENTIRE WORLD WHO UNDERSTAND ME, AND I'M LOSING MYSELF IN THE MIDST OF SELF HATE. DON'T YOU SEE? IT'S A SHxT DAY, BECAUSE I'M ALIVE AND BREATHING.
I hate you. I hate everything about you. From your beautiful black eyes, to your laugh. I hate the way you got me wrapped around your finger. I hate the fact that you give me butterflies. I hate it that when we talk, everything around me disappears. I hate how I don't feel numb around you. I hate that you're fixing me. But most of all, I hate myself. Because darlin', as easy as fixing me is, leaving and breaking my heart, would be much, much easier.
Don't tell me I'm not alone. because at 3:27am o a friday morning, when I'm smothered in my own darkness, with heavy thoughts and what ifs, cluthching my tear stained pillow I sit up and look around the room, to see the only person here is me the only person who understands is me the only person who hears the cries is me don't tell me I'm not alone because that is false you're not the one engulfed in sadness its' me. and I am so alone. (m.a)