The saddest kind of
sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know,
when you try to bite your lip and not cry and smile and go, "No, I'm happy for you." That's when it's really sad.
when you try to bite your lip and not cry and smile and go, "No, I'm happy for you." That's when it's really sad.
i
felt something
catch in
my throat,
a sudden surge of sadness
that caught me unaware.
It almost managed to take my breath away.
That was the thing;
you never got used to
it.
You never got used to the idea
of someone being gone.
Just when you think it’s okay,
and you think you’ve accepted it,
someone points it out to you,
and it hits you all over again,
and it’s just as shocking
as the first time...
Here's to the jocks,
with their high self-esteem
because you're so good at everything.
you cheat, you lie, you break all the rules,
"Aren't I awesome?" you look like a tool.
So go throw that ball, go swing that bat
Everyone loves you, but I'm smarter than that.
Cause one day it'll stop, one day you'll see,
that number on your jersey
means
nothing
to me.
i miss the days
when the only thing i
had to worry about was being the
"line leader"...
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He may still love you.
He probably does.
He probably doesn’t know what he wants.
He probably still thinks about you all the time.
But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing.
And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything.
You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.
He probably does.
He probably doesn’t know what he wants.
He probably still thinks about you all the time.
But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing.
And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything.
You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.
"Are you happy?" is such a difficult question.
I always say yes because I
have friends, I laugh at jokes, I go out a lot and have fun, my life sn't as bad as it could be, and I don't have terrible problems. It could be worse. But then, on some nights at 3 AM when I'm alone and still awake, lying in bed, thinking about life I find myself crying my heart out. Suddenly I'm convinced that nobody likes me or nobody will ever like me. I feel horrible and question everything I had.
And then I don't know if I was ever happy at all.
have friends, I laugh at jokes, I go out a lot and have fun, my life sn't as bad as it could be, and I don't have terrible problems. It could be worse. But then, on some nights at 3 AM when I'm alone and still awake, lying in bed, thinking about life I find myself crying my heart out. Suddenly I'm convinced that nobody likes me or nobody will ever like me. I feel horrible and question everything I had.
And then I don't know if I was ever happy at all.
There's a thin line,
between sad and sadness.
Where it goes from a blue feeling,
to an aching deep within your bones.
Where it takes over you.
Where it becomes darkness that
seems to consume you completely.
You're drowning in a sea of darkness,
not sure if you want to survive anymore;
not sure if that breath you're fighting for
is even worth it anymore.
I seem to have crossed that line,
long ago;
and I don't know how to go back
to the other side.
Honestly,
I don't know if I want to anymore.
between sad and sadness.
Where it goes from a blue feeling,
to an aching deep within your bones.
Where it takes over you.
Where it becomes darkness that
seems to consume you completely.
You're drowning in a sea of darkness,
not sure if you want to survive anymore;
not sure if that breath you're fighting for
is even worth it anymore.
I seem to have crossed that line,
long ago;
and I don't know how to go back
to the other side.
Honestly,
I don't know if I want to anymore.
"People
do not die from suicide; they die of sadness."
