‘It’s okay if you stare at the sky trying to find the right time to die. As I did the same from time to time, and it kills to talk with your mind and wait for a sign. I’ve been on the luckless side and it was always a downslide, because it was unfair to receive the shadows who feast on the least, were left with little to keep but we try to defeat. There was always the wind that we’d try to breathe in but it never failed to wear us so thin- What could we defend? Sure enough we needed a friend, it was never easy trying to blend.’
When love arrives, say : “Welcome,make yourself comfortable” —- But if love leaves, ask them to leave the door open behind them, turn off the music, listen to the quiet and whisper : “Thank you, for stopping by”
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; It was supposed to make you feel something.
Society nowadays makes us looked like merely exterior, focusing on skin not what lies inside and nothing more than a mannequin as person.
Please give them enlightenment to those who suffered from depression or mental illness instead mocking them around and make a suicide joke or make a stance ‘why do you still here and not commit suicide’.
I know There’s 2 kinds of people. the people that actually do have diagnosed depression, and the ones that have “depression” on the internet to get attention. Now, the reason why most people who actually do have depression do survive is because we are build to survive. Our survival instincts will always try to keep us from doing things that might be detrimental to our own lives, and that’s one of the reasons why for example you can’t just commit suicide by putting a bag over your head. Because your survival instinct, or will to live for that matter, is going to win. The reason why people with self diagnosed depression survive is because they don’t really are suicidal at all. Period..
Your words are like waves at the edge of a beach, always flowing back and forth…
The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.
Maybe it’s not about finding someone to love but letting go of all the ones you loved before. Maybe it’s about redefining love and what it means to you or maybe it’s about letting go of all the remains of your heartbreak so you can love with all your heart again. Maybe for now, your journey is about forgetting your exes and your past and focusing on moving on. Maybe the lesson is in completely moving on before finding someone else. Not because I can’t forget her.. Just because pains still remains there.
Maybe your journey is not about finding love, maybe it’s about loving yourself. Maybe it’s about rebuilding yourself or maybe it’s about walking away.
Pills, extra pills to fade the thoughts, numb the feels. Pop daily doses to dull illness but dull every other part me at most. Grams to flood the throat, knowing that a hand full would end it all in a gulp. Waste of pills when they don’t work because I’m not in control and just makes reality worse. Have my own control over what is made up in my head and embrace what the voices say.
Looking up at the stars at night reminds me of my very own insignificance in the universe.
Each star I look up at is either no longer there and millions of miles away from another planet: they’re just as alone as me.
Being truly alone is something every person needs to experience; only once you have been completely alone can you fully learn who you really are.