(INFJ-T) alien from outer space that likes humans and writing . Was it that hard to figure out?
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I'll decay, Become a part of the woods. My soul engraved on a tree, No remnants of me. No signs of my existence Only a body That now lies empty
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And I'll just be another existence in history that will just become a figure of deaths in the future.May God have mercy on us.Ameen
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I gaze, And I fall deeper and deeper, Into those cursed eyes. Those distressed, Troubled specks, Possessing all the Hurt and the pain, Life offered. And this gazing still wouldn't be enough, To quench this thirst For I am intoxicated On them.
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@sushi-trash
someday someone is gonna be so soft and gentle with your heart, you’re gonna be so glad you kept it open, you’re gonna wonder why you ever thought about quieting it down
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You're shedding/shredding skins of yourself leaving the past you behind in all those memories or is this to protect yourself.
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I have wandered eternities in search of you,trying to get a glimpse of you in every person that i come across,trying to find some sort of reminder that time will heal things and is not as cruel as it seems.
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Childhood My smiles as of yet,are untainted and pure. A reflection of all the happy feelings I've experienced to this day or maybe I'm unaware and ignorant of all the sadness there is to this world. Adult My smiles as of yet,are hollow and melancholic.Regret and agony seeps through every inch of it. I wonder when such a great blessing was stolen away from me.Is it that my souls become too dark for it to carry the light known as a smile
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I'm digging up grey in the parts of my brain that still work. They're burying me with my dead dreams . My dead dreams
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Maybe all these repressed emotions since childhood unveil themselves one we grow older.
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“Every year thousands of artists get involved with Inkoctober, where for 31 days of October you ink a drawing each day. I decided to go off the usual prompt and focus on mental illnesses and disorders” ½
- Shawn Cross
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She took me away for a stroll in the park.A few moments later I found myself aimlessly moving about, gazing , drowning myself into my surroundings. Remaining days of enchantment never seem to grasp my hold anymore.
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Down the hole
Down the hole,
I escape,
Leaving all,
The shattered parts,
The blissful yet painful memories ,
Into the cold torrent.
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I got an exam and I don't kn9w shit. Procrastination taking over my life
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It's just easier to pour everything out on your past and future self.
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She said"sorry, I dont want to be me but I dont want to end it together. I just want to matter."
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Solitude
Dear solitude, Forgive me, For i , Don’t want to offend you, But i don’t want to befriend you,either. Its just that, I’m afraid , Afraid of you , entrapping me, During our hugs, Suffocating every fibre of my being, Making me forget who I really am. Maybe you look forward to meeting me, But, All you do to me is , Stir up an everlasting dread, That’ll make me wonder, Why I haven’t died yet. And i know, after all the sorrow, You’re the only one I’ll turn to, But just for once, Please let me be.
M.N
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