I Thought I'd Moved On, Who Am I Kidding?

It's been so long since I've posted, or even looked at any of the posts on here, and I've decided to open up again and continue posting my feelings here. Probably because I've been feeling the same was again. Oh, and wanna know a little secret nobody else knows? I'm suicidal.

♥

But you'll always be my hero


even though you've lost your mind

I would help you . . .

If I only had help for myself.

I'm not depressed.

I just have a lot to think about.

Guess who?

. . .
I wonder who I'm gonna be tomorrow.

Just for once

I would like to be called pretty.


Have someone compliment on my eyes,
on my makeup,
anything.


Anything other than this illness that eats me away.

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“Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.”

-Gustave Flaubert