#depressing thoughts

[support]

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[sa-dnesss]

I don't want to be this broken anymore, but pain feels like home.

[chrissy-kaos]

Cover my mouth and take my breath away

You killed the life inside of me

You walked away and left me to crawl

Open your wrists, I'll let you bleed on me

Don't live another day

You walked away and left me to crawl

[amateur-scribbler]

Romance is dead.

It’s a sentence said with such malice, something bitter and twisted; it carries the same pain that comes from choosing to sip from the poisoned chalice.

White roses tinted red with the blood of the romantics, who push this truth up a hill begging the mountain to be forgiving or kind, truthfully it’s all semantics.

Let’s forget we’re lonely just for a second, forget that you don’t love me, and pretend this isn’t an ocean of thick bitterness we’re attempting to swim in.

Romance is dead.

I see it in your eyes when you look at me as just another conquest, yet another prize.

I can’t remember the last time I felt myself get lost in a love song, that feeling that sweeps you off your feet and drowns you in the rose coloured visions of that certain someone.

Love isn’t a quest of convenience, or a tale of simple transactions. It’s heavy and all consuming like quicksand in action.

Romance is dead.

Maybe I think that because I’m lonely, or maybe this gaping hole where romance should be is starting to rot like a tree felled; the earth will claim it, as death has come to claim the love spoken of only in soliloquies.

The roses at the funeral will be dripping red like the beating organ that is supposed to embody this lovely feeling. And, it will be quaint, few will mourn the idea that most only know fleetingly.

Because when romance died it came as a shock to no one; the greatest tragedies are almost always predictable, and love has always been all consuming, like Icarus selfishly soaring into the sun.

bury me with the romantics - t.k.o.

[dumblr]

[emotionallyvoidformymascara]

I feel like a chore to you, something you have to put effort into but really don't want to, an obligation

[professionallyunstable]

life didn’t end that day but i wish it did

[chattingbs]

You ever feel like you have no choice but to reach out and talk to people, even when you feel unwanted by them?

Everything inside me screams not to message or call, but the fear of being forgotten about. That confirmation that I really do not matter, I do not cross your mind - that might send me into a whole different spiral.

That’s ultimately why I reach out, bc I crave so deeply to mean something to someone and I don’t want to leave room for them to show me how little I am thought about, loved or cared for.

[battling-my-demons]

You know you're alone when it's late and you have no one to talk to about how you're struggling.

[infpisme]

In order to understand, I destroyed myself.

Fernando Pessoa

[fxckthisshit]

[paranoidinsane]

Joan of Arc - Arcade Fire

[chrissy-kaos]

Maybe one day you'll see me for who I am, instead of what I am

[connedcohn]

[hot-cherri]

“Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.”

~Unknown

[randomness-fullfilled]

Why am I the only one who misses you so much when we both have the same memories?

Why am I the only one stuck in this broken place which was once our home?