*goes To Sleep So I Don’t Kill Myself*

Happy Mental Health Day everyone

don’t break my heart you live there

Don’t tell me I’ll find someone else. Don’t tell me someone will love me someday. Please don’t give me that hope. I want to believe it more than anything. Knowing me, I’ll give in and try again. But heartbreak is inevitable. And I don’t have it in me to have my heart broken again. I won’t make it if it happens again. So let me stay safe, doesn’t matter if I’m alone. At least I’ll survive.

So please don’t say it. Because I’m doing everything I can to never believe in it again.

I fought so hard in the past years for recovery and at some point I thought that I was getting better but now I hate my life even more than before and I don't know what to do anymore..

I mean yeah I carry a sadness that exhausts my will to live like a leach on my heart but I’m basically fine

What hurts is that he was capable of love. Of caring. Of kindness. But I wasn’t good enough or worthy for him or that love.

— but she was