forced to say “it’s okay!” Instead of throwing a fucking chair at their head
In oceans deep, where the darkness grows
I’ve built a wall, a heart of stone
No whispering winds, no embers glow
I choose the dark, I walk alone
No visitors allowed
No exit to leave
What’s done is done
In solitude, I choose me
Yeah why im in so much pain i feel like im dying why not just be dying
Why isnt the suffocation from depression enough to kill me?
i’m not getting better anyways so why not get worse
at this point, sinking back into my depression is like a warm hug. finding comfort in this is sadness is so natural. i know i was meant to feel this.
The best thing about life is that it’ll end one day
One day we shall grow wings
One day we shall feel free
The thoughts that drag us down
Rip our skin
And cloud our skys
Won't be able to touch us
We will be above the clouds
In a place that no one's seen
The people who spit in our faces
Prod at our hearts
And watch us sink low
Won't be able to touch us
We will br above the clouds
In a place where no one's been
There no tears shall be shed
Except for ones of relief
And our hearts will open
We cant feel pain in the palace in the sky
Will you hold my hand as we fly?
One day we will grow wings
"How do you cope with your disorders?"
I don't.
life fuxking sucks man he him/ I post shit about my horrid mental health. and write potery. general tw of my blog
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