I’d Be More Lovable Dead

When I die

Will you look for me in the sunset

As the light drains from the sky

And the stars creep in

Will you look for me in the sunset

As colors come and go

And time slows

Will you look for me in the sunset

As I watch you grow old

And move on

Will you look for me in the sunset

Because then mabye

I could feel beutiful

My younger self would be so disappointed that we’re still here

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.

I feel fake

I love them with all of my hesrt

But my hearts so broken and beaten

Do I even know how to love

I want to scream run

I want to scream hide

I have to protect them from the broken shards of glass i will surely try to throw

Am I selfish for wanting to hold them close

Am I selfish for wanting them to leave when they're my whole world

Am I selfish when I know i help them

But if they knew the truth

They'd be destoryed

I love them so much

Is love holding on or letting go

Friend may I propose: The Wisp Sings

I want someone to love me

To choose me, to risk something for me

God knows no one has tried

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 have the urge to hurt myself every single day. it's all i think about and yet i don't. and then i hate myself for not doing so.

I feel... wrong for not being covered in scars and not taking control of the uncontrollable. i don't know how to explain it

Why do I feel this bad

My parents are okay people

I have money

Education

Everything everyone wants

So why do I still feel this shitty

Tw sh talk

I need to slit my wrists

I need to watch the blood run down my arm

I need to watch my skin forced apart

I need to feel the stinging as I slice my flesh open

The release as pain is the only thing I feel

I need to watch the scars form

I need to feel the sting when I shower

The pain as it rubbs against my clothes

For this is my punishment isn't it