"Do you ever get to that point where
You just can't do it anymore?
That you don't even care if you die?
Cause every day it's always the same routine
You lay wrapped in blankets trying to keep your cold heart warm while you cry yourself to sleep
And the pain is more than physical
It's cemented into your bones and it pours through your skin on your bad days
But all you can do is lay there while your demons win
Like they always do
It's funny because no one has a damn clue how much energy it takes for you to just get out of bed in the morning
Holding back your tears and faking a laugh to a joke you don't care about
It's hard to tell people that your not scared of anything
"Anything?" They'll ask, "not even death?"
You just shake your head
How could you be?
And lastly, they don't even have an ounce of understanding to know how hard it is for you to just live."
-r.b
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I actually really like this one... idkk whyyy but yeaaaa
-Love your very own broken girl💜
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
