i feel like you were more of a glass half empty kind of lover,
you were never fully there,
i never had your full attention.
it was always half truths,
and people that tell half truths only ever really half love you.
i told myself you would break me,
yet i just let you
i tried so hard to fill you,
i poured all of my love into you,
yet you were still half empty,
and i was still only half of the girl that you would ever need.
I am supposed to be a flower
yet all of my petals are gone
does he love me?
does he love me not?
and my thorns are now growing inwardly
Is this how it is going to be forever?
do I need to just lean how to live like this?
Or will I be reborn
like a lily in spring,
more beautiful than ever.
I told myself you would complete me, but you just fucking broke me
She is probably tangled in your arms whilst you are tangled in my thoughts
How can I begin to feel alive again? when at this time of night I feel like the sun will never come up again, my life will always be filled with grey and black, I will never feel love like I felt for you.
Why am I never good enough? What is wrong with me? What have I done to anyone other than love them with my whole entire being? Why is that not enough? will anyone able to just love me how I fucking deserve
I want to make you proud, I want to make you feel like you should be alive without being intoxicated. I’m sorry you feel you must numb the pain with vodka but how am I meant to help you when you can’t admit to me you’re struggling?
I bet that her eyes shine like stars in the night sky,
while mine are clouded and dull with dark thoughts,
I bet her lips are soft and smooth and easily kissable,
where mine are cracked and frayed from the cigarettes I smoked to feel alive,
I bet she has lovely soft hair full of life,
while mine is dying from when I tried to dye it to maybe be more of what you wanted,
I bet she has curves in the right places,
when I can’t even look in the mirror without feeling sick,
I bet that she will be more of a woman that I ever could,
I really hope you treat her better than you treated me.
since i last took a razor to my fragile skin
since i felt the need to cut myself out of my own body
since i felt like i had to see my blood to feel like i’m alive
i’m not cured, i am so far from cured
but i don’t need that anymore
i don’t need to tear myself open to remind myself i am alive
so cheers to 1,000 days, here’s to the next 1,000 and the 2,000 after that and so on for the rest of my life
Sometimes we motivate ourselves by thinking of what we want to become. Sometimes we motivate ourselves by thinking about who we don’t ever want to be again. – Shane Niemeyer
all (I) wanted was for you to be there
for you to look after me
for you to (just) love every single part of my being
I (wanted) every part of you
I guess i thought there was something special about you
something that would shine like nothing else
maybe you couldn’t see that in me
everything I tried (to be) didn’t hit the mark
I wanted to show you all of my (good) parts
and hide away all of the bad
I guess I didn’t try hard (enough)
maybe I should blame my sadness for you turning to someone else
I want to be strong and unfeeling,
i want to deny that when I hear your name my blood does not boil,
I can’t wait until my skin cells die and it will be like you never touched me
you were someone who was meant to complete me
but you made me realise a valuable thing of this year;
I need to fill my empty spaces myself and try and not find others to fill them
there have been many lessons I have learned this year
I wish I could deal with things better
I wish I didn’t crack and shatter every time something goes a tiny bit wrong
you lose people and you gain people
that’s life and I need to be at peace with that
nothing ever runs smoothly
life is a serious of ups and downs,
twists and turns
I feel myself becoming unhinged from my track sometimes,
I know I am on the right path,
just now though it is a very tedious one.