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And every night she dies a little bit more inside.
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It’s getting harder again. Trying to stop for good but I just keep going. No one understands that cutting is the reasons I’m still alive even if I am dead inside. Nobody cares and they shouldn’t. I deserve to die and I hope that soon, I will.
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I’m to that point again
when I’m going to begin to sink.
I’ve been trying so hard
to keep a steady breath,
inhale, exhale, inhale exhale
I try to be so sure.
Darkness isn’t real,
but the absence of light
plays the worst tricks
on your mind, it’s when
I feel so abandoned
and forsaken. -
How would you feel if you never saw my face again?
If the road ends here,
and you find out there isn’t a journey to begin.You’re good but unaware.
I’m cautious and guilty. -
“No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment.” — Markus Zusak, The Book Thief -
Headless Pawn: The only thing I’ll ever be grateful to my father about is being the... The only thing I’ll ever be grateful to my father about is being the shining example of what NOT to do and who to AVOID.
Sometimes, I wish he just abandoned us completely from the start. He always pretended to be there or pretended to love/care about us. I don’t think he loves us as his children…
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My sober Dad and my drunk Dad are so different that I’m always surprised how they can co-exist in the same person
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It was untentional,
Like borrowed silence
And falling stars,
When you have a handful
Of glitter, blowing it into
The wind, swept up by
The atmosphere.
Inside of the silence
Is a broken heartbeat
And instead of glitter,
There’s blood. I’ve plucked
Apples from the orchid
Into a hand basket.
I’ve kept count of
How many times I’ve
Fallen and how many unripe
Apples I’ve collected. -
Silence can be deafening.
