i know i was too much
i know i was overwhelming
i know i plunged in heart first with my head following, like a balloon on a string, just a little afterthought
i know
i can’t blame you for leaving but you can’t blame me for trying, can you?
you were my forbidden fruit,
what i had been warned about since birth
you were my shooting star
burning bright, if only for a few seconds
you were the snowflakes i always chased as a kid
unattainable
beautiful
fleeting
unable to be held until you finally touch it with the very tip of your tongue or grasp in in your freezing hands, red like the flame that burns inside us
but it melts
disappears
just like you
nothing gold can stay (via @angelh0rr0r)
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What drowns me most is guilt.
Late at night after the crying and numbness and loneliness, the last thing my conscience gives me is that feeling that I can’t be rid of.
My caring mom and supportive dad who have never lay a hand on me are screaming “not valid not valid not valid.”
And my ability to afford every pair of shoes I’ve ever bought without a second thought says “faking it faking it faking it.”
And my good grades and big trophy school whisper in my ear “guilty guilty guilty.”
There’s no hope for a girl who looks like she has it all. When im scratching at my skin, planning my suicide, having panic attacks in the bathroom, it’s a blessing that my grandma always gives me chocolate chip cookies and a kiss on my forehead.
And what im writing is sickening and all I can ever feel is gross when I’m freaking out because I can’t recognize myself in the mirror but all the people around me have it worse.
so the destructive actions I do don’t matter, and neither does the feeling I have of no hope.
because there’s always hope for a girl who has everything, right?
so many things can happen when your parents love you (via @angelicbutarrogant )
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