Sad Quotes

"I'm broken" does not mean "fix me"Just so we're clear.
                The waning sunlight drenches my pores and everyone sees me 
How You Do.

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Now I don't know what to say because the pain won't go away, and now I don't know what to do cause I've been standing at your grave, and I've been crying since the day that you took all my good away.

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I wouldn't mind spending forever by your side. 
but a little space is nice as well. 
  i feel broken inside and i dont know what to do
i feel like any minute id lose my mind like i lost you
i can't let go of this pain
i cant let go of this urge to break down this time
being strong is really hard to do

i dont know how much more i can possibly take
how many more smiles 
i could possibly fake
how many more miles  these scarred up legs can make

 
but it is in me,
this bottomless grief,
another organ in my body –
always pulsating,
always infecting,
always eager to kill.

so picture this:
you bring the fruit to your lips,
but all you taste is rotten.
picture this:
the worm has consumed
the sweetest pulps. there is nothing left,
but skin.





you can get addicted
to a certain kind of sadness

I wish I’d spent more time with my dad when he was still alive – now I don’t have the chance. I wish I had told my brother just how much I loved him before he went off to war – but I just shook his hand. And I wish I’d gone to church on Sunday mornings when my grandma begged me to – but I was scared of God. And I wish I would’ve listened when they said boy, you’re gonna wish you hadn’t... (but I wouldn’t.)

I’m learning so many different ways to be quiet. There’s how I stand in the lawn, that’s one way. There’s also how I stand in the field across from the street, that’s another way because I’m farther from people and therefore more likely to be alone. There’s how I don’t answer the phone, and how I sometimes like to lie down on the floor in the kitchen and pretend I’m not home when people knock. There’s daytime silent where I stare, and a nighttime silent when I do things. There’s shower silent and bath silent and California silent and Kentucky silent and car silent and then there’s the silence that comes back, a million times bigger than me, sneaks into my bones and wails and wails and wails until I can’t be quiet anymore.
 
The world changes too fast. You take your eyes off something that’s always been there, and the next minute it’s just a memory.
 
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