I crave the sensation of another being next to me
Loving me, wanting me, breathing me
Why can't I have that?
Why don't other people find life as hard as I do? I think about death everyday. I'm so overwhelmed. Everything is sooo hard. I don't know if I really want to die or if I just can't live. I want someone or something to strip me of all my responsibilities, all the pressure. If that is death then so be it.
I could fix him. I could make him worse. Good for you. I could gently take the weapon out of his shaking, blood-soaked hand and hold him until he finally believes that he doesn't have to be defined by all the ways the world has hurt him. Then we could ruin the lives of everyone who has ever treated him like he's a monster who doesn't deserve love.
this. this one.
I have GOT to get more NORMAL
I wonder how many people know that butterfly knives are actually pretty useless in a combat scenario. Like they're fun to play with but that thing will break if it touches basically anything other than skin.....
My troubled dreams
I dreamt of you last night
It was still Christmas
And I was a fairy
But that's not important
I went shopping with friends I don't have
And had fun
Then I ran into you
And got angry
We had a fight
But you kept following me
And I woke up
So viscerally uncomfortable
I had the urge to scream
21F & tired. my old poems are seriously so bad. idk what this is turning into. I just want someone to talk to. open dms
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