overestimating how much you mean to someone really fucks you in the head
“I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.”
— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman
I’d be more lovable dead
i’m not getting better anyways so why not get worse
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
It will probably happen again
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
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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