Sad But True… X/

I’m toxic

I’m poison

I’m a disease

I’m a disorder

I’m a freak

I’m a burden

I’m a monster.

So how could anyone ever love this.

I ask myself this all the time.

“Have you ever tried to have a good time or just tried to distract yourself but then suddenly you feel the sadness in your chest coming back and every second it gets heavier and even if you try to hold it back but you never win. So you‘re just there feeling how you slowly get empty again. This makes me want to appreciate those little moment of happiness no matter how long they last because sadness is always ready to take it away.”

— The Poetic Boy

The thing is, I know I can survive.

I've done it before, I can do it again.

But why should I have to?

I don't want to.

06.08.2020

It’s never too late.

I needed a hug. I needed to cry on someone else’s lap. I needed someone to shrug off all this hate and pain consuming me. But I only had myself. And I was never enough.