x_damaged_x

Status: I'm not even on drugs, I'm just weird.
Joined: February 9, 2012
Last Seen: 5 years
Birthday: December 17
user id: 272385
Location: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Gender: F
 

Izzy/19/Ohio 
I don't come here anymore
but my Snapchat is @Izguana

M y   f a c e .

t u m b l r .

Quotes by x_damaged_x

    d        e ,
the answers will likely roll
off your tongue. You love to read.
you love to write. You love birds,
music, tattoos, your mom, your
brother, your sister, your daughter,
your best friend, your dog.
How long do you think you could
go on before you said,

"I love myself"

 
It feels like a thousand

exclamation points

in my heart, and one

big question mark

constantly, constantly

on my mind.


Can yoimagine
meeting someone
who figues out
why you're so guarded?
Can you imagine
findind someone
who stays,
no matter what
you put them through,
they always remain
on the front porch
waiting for you?
The light never goes out.
Your outline remains
in the bed sheets.
They never fill your drawer
in their wardrobe.
They become part of you,
and you become part of them.
So much so
that if they were to ever
go missing, it would
feel like you went missing, too.





 




I don't know if you've ever felt like that.
That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years.
Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do
exist. Or something like that. I think wanting
that is very morbid, but I want it when I get
like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I
just want it all to stop spinning. If this gets
any worse, I maight have to go back to
the doctor. It's getting that bad again.
Love always,                                                        
     Charlie                                                          



 

>>This is the poem
for all the lovers
who aren't loved in return.

This is the poem
for all the thinkers,
trapped in their own head.
This is the poem
for all the romantics,
without someone to hold.

This is the poem
for all the lonely ones,
hoping to forget someone.

This is the poem
for all the alcoholics,
drinking themselves to sleep.

This is the poem
for all the writers,
stuck between the lines.

This is the poem
for all the tired ones,
losing sleep over themselves.



This is the poem

only for those listed above;
for no one else;

no exceptions.<<




 

 

You don't understand.

There's not one person

in this world that I want

more than I want you.

                 

& he looked at her like
A blind man seeing the sun for for the first time.

                                                         


               "I'm here for you,"
                                              "You're not alone,"
                                                                            "You'll always have me,"

                                                that's a lie.
                                                When it's 2:30am
                                                and my self loathing claws its way
                                                up my throat
                                                and rips itself from my mouth
                                                in a silent scream
I am alone.
                                                When the blade parts my skin,
                                                when the cuts get deeper,
there is no one,
I am alone.
                                                When the only real thing is
                                                the blood running down my arms
I am alone.
                                                You say you're there, but you're not.
 
I am alone.
 

I like how you make me laugh and I like
your smile. & I like your freckles, every one
That's a lot. When I see a pretty flower, I
think of you. When I have butterflies in my tummy,
it's probably your fault. I don't mind it though, one
time I dreamt about us, I didn't mind that,
either. We hung out the other night,

you looked beautiful, oh my god.


 

                                                         


                                                            It stings

                                                            in the shower
                                                            and the sad part is,
                                                            you know exactly what
                                                            I'm talking about.



 
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