August 30, 2015
(12:43 am)
I used to carve lines into my skin. I used to cry on a daily basis and I thought I would never see the end. Every time I went to sleep I would never want to wake up. I used to search for signs to stay alive, until one day I decided it was it. I overdosed and luckily I didn't die. Depression wasn't beautiful. A big fuck you to all who pray & pretend to have that to look "cool". One thing I'm also lucky for is that I think I'm slowly recovering. I feel like if the extra thoughts and lumps aren't weighing down on me as much as they used to. My dark cloud has gone away, but it's still foggy. I have hope that maybe one day I can be as happy as my childhood self wanted me to be. I want to be the person I needed while I was growing up. The person I needed when I was going through my worst times. The strong person I want to be to overcome everything.
l.g
a goodbye to all my troubles from the past three years.
expecting for new ones to come...
BINABASA MO ANG
who would've known?
PoetryHere lies all my should've Been's, could've been's, would've been's, never were not ever, ever will be's. ~Poems, rants, thoughts, & vents.~ (just a little something from some months of going through an all time low)
