March 2012
I am inevitable doom.
I lay in the wake of destruction.
There’s only so much I can take…
someones advice to me: Be a doormat, because that is what people like her like. I know she’s abusive don’t try to lie to me about that.
It looks like my messages STILL aren't working!!...
latesummerdreams asked: Not to be really stalkerish or ruin the meaning of your post.. But i'm here. I care. Whenever you need anything at all darling<3 I wont leave if you dont want me to.
Just fuck it.
The good thing about the weather is that I can hide my cuts without any suspicion.
February 2012
There’s a difference between giving up and knowing when you’ve had enough.
You hurt me but damn I deserve it.
I’m suffering because of reality.
I’m suffocating with my memories.
I can’t take anything anymore.
You don’t kick a dog when it’s down.
You telling me to shoot myself when I’m already down is fucked up.
Why do you hurt me, and treat me like you do?
I’m just hollow while drowning in my pain. There’s only so much I can take.
I’m devastated, broken with no fix
I don’t want to do any of this anymore. My personal life and my home life are both shit.
My scars remind me that the past is real, I tear my heart open just to feel.
My weakness is that I care too much.
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut.
Fuck shit.
I don’t want to do this anymore.
You’ll always have a war inside yourself.
You’re only as tall as youre heart will let you be, you’re only as small as the world will make you seem.
I’ve been chewed up and spit out.
I am only remnants of who I once was.
Just take the silence, it’s all that’s left.
Just broken up inside.
I’m drowning in ice water.
I feel as if I’m wasting away.
Be a survivor not a victim. And from there become a warrior.
Porqui tu as plus serieuse? Parce-que je suis tres triste.
Every time you reach out and take something you care about, life comes by and snatches it away from you.
We all fall down, lose our heads.
We all say words we regret.
Everyone read and recognize this.. http://helpguide.org/mental/domestic_violence_abuse_types_signs_causes_effects.htm
I’m drowning in my suffering.
Funny how possibility can lift you. Funny how reality can slam you down.
They make me feel filthy, like a dirty whore.
Nothing fixes a thing so intently in the memory as the wish to forget it.
Heaven doesn’t seem far away anymore.
Nothing makes sense anymore, nothing is right when you’re gone.
Cuz I am barely breathing.
This sunken feeling in my heart will not leave me away. It’s an anchor.