#imsorryimnotgoodenough

[baneofsummersbreath]

Numbers #1

One: for the suicide i never knew I commeted

For the heart that i clawed out

For the light that left the eyes

For the cavity that was never filled

Two: For the second of them

Who cursed everyone under their breath

For the darkness that you painted the world in

For that had that you shoved down my throat

Three: For the plagues in my mind

For the one who whispers airy words of warning in my ear

For the one who makes me hate this body

And for the one who syphons my energy and tells me I'm worthless

Four: For those in this house

That I love so deeply

And yet

Despise so much

Five: For the fingers of the hand that saved me

When I crawled out of the tomb

When I raised my hand to the sky

And vowed to never give up

Four: For the counts

That I could find as sure as day

And mold

To my every feeling

Three: For the letters of the name that never failed to help

Tho many thought it twice as long

They've stood beside me

And in a strange way we helped each other in the parallel world we sat in

Two: For the spotlights that shone

When I stand on stage

And belt out my notes

And dance to the rythm of the ever strong drum

One: For the life I saved

And I'm okay that

That life

Is mine

[katydankity]

Why..

Why do things never go like I plan....

[75734m]

You're a goddamned idiot. You can't even fucking do anything for yourself wasteofspace.

[paraphraze615]

Trying to please everybody else is pointless and exhausting. #GoodEnough #ImSorryImNotGoodEnough #FuckTheWorld #FuckYou #FuckYall #FuckYallNiggas #FuckYourOpinion #FuckYourStandards #SadQuotes #DepressedQuotes #ImDone #ImDoneTrying #IGiveUp

[samehelldifferentdevils14]

But how do you tell someone they're your everything without ever uttering the words "I love you".

I don't think you can...

[pizza-parallax]

Is it weird that it actually kinda depresses me when I lose a follower..

[erikava-blog]

It's good to know I'm such a burden to you.

[samehelldifferentdevils14]

I thought I was better until the moment I was sitting in the shower floor. Not even able to cry. Feeling so numb. Holding the blade to my wrist thinking about how I deserve whatever consequences would come after death. Why am I sitting here now writing this? Hell if I know.

And no one will know

[samehelldifferentdevils14]

I talked to a therapist for the first time yesterday. She asked me two questions, both of which I could not answer. 1. Do you want to die? 2. What joys do you have in your life? I couldn't speak. All I could do is sit there and cry. And at that moment I think she understood.