You see, obstacles don’t end at the summit of a climb.
there are just one too many ways i can silence these voices, kill my demons, end this madness— but i choose not to. for killing them means killing me. and killing me means leaving you— i can't have that.
The scariest part of suicide is that it doesn’t make you fear the pain or oblivion or afterlife, it makes you anticipate it. I wasn’t scared at all about heaven and hell and not living anymore, there was nothing on my mind but the fact that if I step onto the chasm, all my worries… Continue reading I give up
it's all static noise now, ever since you left. i stare at the empty space beside me, and my agony couldn't be kept. i screamed and i screamed, and i clawed at my throat, but the noise of your absence couldn't be drowned out. it went on and on; a single, devastating note. - s.c.m.
Read this when you feel nothing. And by nothing, I mean everything at once. When the walls you’ve slowly built around your fragile heart have been bombarded yet again by the painful words. When you thought you were strong enough to just ignore them, but still, the walls crumble, still, the walls… Continue reading for when you feel nothing
you were the only star in my sky, yet i don't even shine for you my planets are my heart, my soul and my mind— they revolve around you my comets and my asteroids are my words i throw into oblivion— they're all waiting for you we all gravitate around you, a solar system made… Continue reading supernova
i was reminded of how fragile it all was, of how little time we had, of how delicate the love we share is— i was thrown back to reality so fast, that there was no question; our love was not meant to last. i was reminded of how imperfect we both are, of how impossible… Continue reading summer
she doesn't cry gently, she wasn't fit for those lines in the books, where the girls silently weep, still keeping utmost grace and poise she cries like a child, loud and messy, and in a way, it was more painful to watch, because you can see her ripping to pieces, her cries and sobs like… Continue reading she doesn’t cry gently
she is vicious; always on her toes, she attacks anyone who comes too close she is rabid, she is wild, she's full of wonder like a child she is untamed; she has no rules to follow she doesn't bend around a norm, for the norm is afraid to be swallowed by her ecletic views and… Continue reading she-wolf
you don't get it; i said i won't leave and there's nothing you can do that would make me go you think after one breakdown, that after i see your broken form— your real self, naked and bare— i would leave. you think when i witness your demons wreaking havoc and your struggle for control,… Continue reading you don’t get it