“If I’m not with somebody who really excites or inspires me, then I’d rather be by myself.”
— Unknown
(via thelovejournals)
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A Poem…
Skin, I have skin, The skin I wear has the scars and reminders of things I regret most, Scars that I hide, Scars that no one ever knew were there, No one knew; Knew of the excruciating pain that I carried burden, Of the tears that that rolled down my cheeks every night, Of the feelings that I held: which were so dark and dreary, If only, If only they read the signs, The signs of my depression, Of my anxiety, The girl with rocks tied to her ankles, At the bottom of a river, That girl was me It’s not that they didn’t care, because they did, I know they did, They just didn’t care enough, I’m drowning, the rocks are too heavy, I’m not strong enough, If I were strong enough, these scars would not be here, Not on my skin, Not my skin I’ll never be strong enough, I don’t have the willpower, I don’t have the courage nor the strength to go on, My heart hurts, I feel sick, I want to vomit every second of the day, I’m being dragged closer and closer the the bottom of the river, I’ll never be okay, The pain is too much, It still hurts, I claw at my arms, My nails are sharp enough, I scratch until I bleed, Until I no longer have the urge, What is wrong with me? So many opportunities, but I’m not strong enough. I wish they understood but how could they understand something that even I don’t. It’s not as easy as it seems to just stop. I’m about to vomit.
