goingtocandymountain

dear sir, my chest hurts. every breath is worse than the last, and the beat of my heart gets weaker every second. maybe I should stop using up all the oxygen. i want to fly. i want to be free like the birds and not have a care in the world. fly away from it all and never come back, but maybe just for holidays. i could never leave you, it'd hurt you too much. i feel like water, you take me for granted and i keep slipping through your fingers, as soft as they are. i feel useless, you try to hold on but i'm still falling,                                                                          falling,                                    

The blood flows quicker today, You're not sure why, But you think it's because more Sin is rushing out of you. Your arms are bruised  tomorrow, You're not sure why, But you came to the conclusion that It's 'cause you hit yourself repeatedly. You notice your scars on Wednesday, You're not sure why, But you've never looked properly before, And you think they look beautiful. You're bruises start to turn yellow on Thursday, You're not sure why, But you hate it and hit yourself more, They look so much prettier when they're blue Friday, your cuts are protected by brown scabs, You're not sure why, But you don't like the colour bro

nine reasons why you should never love a poet: one. we like to hear things like 'you're beautiful' and 'i'd die without you' but deep inside we always know you don't mean it. and it just tears us apart slowly, no matter how much we love those poisonous lies. two. and when you ask 'are you okay?', we're going to answer with 'i'm fine'. and you'll hear that even if our bones are shattering inside of us and our hands are trembling from all the hurt that we go through. three. because we play our music too-loud-to-bear so that, when we're all alone, it chases away the thoughts that come with the silence: things that haun

I've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it's that simple. Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just 'has depression.' You suffer from it. This is depression: You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It's likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of you bed. Or maybe you wi