It's so strange how you can have the bestest and most amazing friends but you still can't quite tell them about the hurricane happening in your head because no matter how much you know they understand they still just don't?
In a sea of ignorant people who have no sympathy or understanding for certain topics or issues how amazing it is to come across the people who actually do understand, who are not ignorant and actually do care
As hard as people may try to understand, they never will. They will never understand how hard it is or the pain I have to carry around with me everyday. They will never understand that just because you tell someone to let go and move on, it isn't that easy. They will never understand that I can't explain why I cry sometimes. They will never understand how much it hurts. They can try and they can try, but they will never understand.
I hate how I am becoming so numb. I hate how the strangers around me are becoming so numb. My friends and my family--numb. We were all young once, and we may have grown, changed, became different... But one thing hasn't changed-- Purity. And I don't understand how our grasp and perception of its definition has changed, because it hasn't. The meaning is still the same. We just became numb...
Fayedaway posted a quote
March 28, 2014 5:22am UTC
I by no means am the voice of reason, I merely amplify your thoughts and feelings. I jot them down in rythmical lines on a page, So those who have no clue are able to engage With what it feels like to have a head full of war, To experience the agro of your heart and mind being torn. So this one's for them, it goes out to you who fail to understand, Why someone would tear, rip, burn and cut the skin above their hand. It acts as a drug, a release, a soother, a suppressor, The more it occurs, the more it is mistaken for as pleasure. As with every drug, it comes with its addiction, Even when the mind is clear, there's a crave for that burning friction. You point people out and mock them for being a victim of themselves, Without a sense of the stability regarding their mental health. What if it was your sister, brother, cousin, mother or dad? What if your mocking is responsible for some of the scars they have? How about instead of judging you reduce their need for the knife? Go and be a decent human, go and save a life.