10/19 11:46 pm 18 weeks

lifeshardhereswhatido:

You texted me.
You have a daughter now meaning in you slept with the mom while we were together
You blamed me for everything and made me tell you how shitty my life is now
You told me how great that baby is and wanted me to be happy for you

I am not happy for you. I wish you never spoke to me

I’m sick of people telling me it’s just a “get over it” situation. Fuck you. You don’t know what it’s like in my head.
I just want to save everyone.

I just want to save everyone.

lifeshardhereswhatido:

To the peson who I have loved and trusted for a year, when you told me tonight,” do us both a favor and don’t cut yourself, it is just sad.” I hate you with everything inside me.

This is me btw guys…

He kills me.

He kills me.

Anonymous said: I'm afraid to get close to a guy because I'm scared of him seeing my scars and leaving

Don’t be. If someone doesn’t like you with your scars then then don’t deserve you. Those scars are part of your past that’s why they are called scars. You deserve someone who will love all of you. Past present and future.

i swept up
the broken pieces
of myself
that still remained;
and when i
tried to put them
back together
it wasn’t the same
She always loved the sea, but that never explained
why I saw shipwrecks in her smile. She was the type
of girl that slipped out of your fingers like sand,
especially when you tried to hold on too tight, she
didn’t like being too close. She’d crash into men like
the waves crashed into rocks, she thought she would
find herself in them but she never did. I told her she
already had something. I told her that the emotions
she held inside her were gifts to be written and given,
but instead she swallowed pills that took them away.
She asked me if I believed in heaven and I said yes,
and followed it with a don’t go without me. She shook
away the smile on her face and said one day she’d meet
me between the sea and the sun, I didn’t understand
what the hell she meant so I just said okay. It wasn’t
until the next day I called her in the morning and got no
answer, no answer, no answer.
The last time I caught a glimpse of her was when I set
her ashes free, between the sun and the sea. Where
she wanted to be.
I feel like I am bursting at the seams
Like there isn’t a part of me that is free
Like the weight of the world has finally taken its toll.
I ask myself if I have felt this way before
I ask myself if it would get better soon
I ask myself if it matters anyway
Because all I can think of is the pain
The intensifying pain that I can’t put my finger on
It’s nowhere and everywhere at the same time
It’s tearing me apart
How can that be?
I ask myself if I finally do explode,
If my thoughts finally undo me,
Will someone look for the fragments?
Or will it just be,
Broken me.

I am simply a sad person.