Bbg

Cold, numb acceptance towards the fate that's disposed upon everyone.

Death chases us till we're stuck at a dead end, why are we running?

The way they loved❤️‍🩹

I wish I wasn’t stupid.

I can’t do math, my writing is shit, I can’t pay attention, I can’t sing, I can’t dance, I’m not confident, I’m not pretty.

I’m watching all my friends get ahead of me. They excel in all their subjects so easily. I’m struggling to get passing grades.

I know I’m smart, I just wish I wasn’t the only one aware.

I’m smart enough to understand the look they give me when I ask stupid questions. I’m smart enough to understand why they act like they don’t know me in the hallways.

I just wish I had something to show for myself so I wouldn’t be so overlooked. I just wish I wasn’t stupid enough to believe everyone that doubts me.

I just wish I wasn’t so so stupid.

“I’m not a violent dog, I don’t know why I bite” I AM GOING TO RIP MY FACE OFF.

Craving intimacy.

Kisses on foreheads, gentle touches, sweet words, to be treated like I’m fragile even though I’ve built my walls out of stone. For someone to kiss me anywhere but my mouth. My mouth is dirty, filled with blood and strangers spit, spewing filthy, clumsy words. Treat me like I’m brand new, never been used, not dirty.

I think the human experience is the constant struggle to be perfect, yet none of us are. None of us never will be.

Mother, the growing pains are unbearable. Give me the past 5 years back. Let me feel the sand on my feet again. Let me crawl into your arms and sink into your skin. When will the sound of my own name be familiar again? When will I be a kid again?

Itching to be understood, but craving to runaway without a trace

If the chaos of my life ever settles down, I want a nice house with a big yard, a dog and maybe a few cats. I want to wake up and spend the morning roaming the kitchen in my underwear. I want to spend my days writing and maybe pick up some new hobbies.

I want to fall asleep next to you every night and fall in love with the thought of being alive.

The summer air is turning chilly, I heard your name today and my heart didn’t sink. I think I’m moving on. It’s bittersweet, the good times we had and the sour way we ended. I just wonder how you’ve been. Is being alone all that you hoped for? Was it worth it?