I am so
afraid
that you will leave me
when you realize just how
fucked up
I am
on the inside.
I hope you'll love me through it.
Or maybe I don't.
Maybe you should just
leave
before I damage you too.
After all,
I can't seem to
control
my thoughts, my tongue, my heart...
Myself
I AM FUCKING EXHAUSTED
I am fed up of having to heal myself from my childhood abuse/trauma. Not only have I been robbed of my childhood, I now have to lose my early 20's to fixing myself.
Bpd brain rages,
Just breathe, just breathe,
A tightness in my chest,
Just breathe, just breathe,
A silent scream in my head,
Urges flood, self sabotage, run, cut.
Remember to breathe, go sit down, we dont have to do this all right now.
It's a constant battle, of sad empty rage.
I hold it all back, you'd be amazed.
“Somedays more than others, all these words sit heavy in my heart. Somedays I am forced to tally all these consonants + vowels & see the very real cost. To see just how much pain, how much suffering I have caused and endured over these 4 little letters. Somedays more than others, the knowledge that I did all of this for you and I will never tell you , haunts me. Today I am tired. So tired of telling an empty room that I love you. —- I read today that the earths 1st poem was a fossil. That rocks memory of a bone. The echo of an echo immortalized in stone. I think this notebook is our fossil. My love letter to our past. These memories of memories, immortalized in ink and graphite. Doomed to crumble like to much ash; so very much like us in the end. This notebook is an ode to a memory that neither one of us wants to remember”
— K.R 1:01am
im sorry
for being too much today and
im sorry, in advance,
for being too much tomorrow
The bitch in my head it's so mean, like, why would you remind me every single time I fucked up and embarrassed myself? Rude
The bitch in my head it's so mean, like, why would you remind me every single time I fucked up and embarrassed myself? Rude
blurred-hope
I am so
afraid
that you will leave me
when you realize just how
fucked up
I am
on the inside.
I hope you’ll love me through it.
Or maybe I don’t.
Maybe you should just
leave
before I damage you too.
After all,
I can’t seem to
control
my thoughts, my tongue, my heart…
Myself
