Y0UNGL0V3MURD3R
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Joined: October 6, 2012
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user id: 333400
Gender: F
Joined: October 6, 2012
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Gender: F
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Sadness is not loud.
You cannot see it in their eyes.
Sadness is in the vision. Sadness is staring at the ceiling
with your arms at the sides. Sadness is your inability to muster
up the energy to turn off the light. Sadness is wishing your
demons were real and then wishing that they’d come get you.
Sadness is quiet sobs in the corner of the bathroom. Sadness is
still smiling.
Sadness is not in your eyes; it is in your
veins, in your bones, in your goddämn blood.
When it comes to the people I care about, I can be quite
the hypocrite. I’ll give you the hours during which I should be
sleeping without hesitation. My eyelids saturated with fatigue,
I’ll gladly watch the seconds tick away knowing that somehow
this is helping you. But when it comes to me, I don’t want you
to worry. You don’t need to help me climb out of the rubble I
call my life. I’ll make it out somehow. Until I do, I’ll put
a smile on my face for you. I’ll make sure it’s high quality,
made from whatever amount of strength I could muster before
stepping outside that morning. If I’m lucky, you won’t
question the bags under my eyes or the way I seem to space out
when my thoughts become too loud. If I’m lucky, my sadness will
stay just that, mine. I know your arms are open, but sometimes I
don’t want to trouble you with this body. Sometimes I just
don’t want to be a burden.
I think it hurts the worst when you get your hopes up for
something, get them up really high to the point where you think
it actually might happen–and then it doesn’t. And you’re
left sitting there, under the weight of your disappointment, with
concrete in your chest and tears lining your eyes, and what do
you do after that? Nothing. All you can seem to do is sit there
and listen to the echoing sounds your body makes in all of its
emptiness.
he was a universe and I got lost among the stars
moonlight shines through the blinds, clashing with the
darkness. this beautiful light seems almost unreal as my hand
passes over the patch of it. soon it will fade away until the
night clouds part for it again, and it chooses to find me stuck
in the dark.
and when the fog is over and the stars and the moon come
out at night it'll be a beautiful sight
I was not myself for weeks yet nobody noticed
so what's the point? you go to bed with the same thoughts
of yesterday, then you wake up only to find that life hasn’t
changed one bit. you are still alive, but what are you alive
for?
if i could i would feel nothing
killed my old self but the new me isn't much
better