I need it.
I dont ever like to admit it. But ive come to this point that I need help, I need someone, im not strong right now.. Im far from it. I feel like im screaming at the top of my lungs and no one can hear me. Not even the people who promised to be there.
Who do you turn to when everyone is gone ?
Including the person who once looked back at you in the mirror.
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I hate this coming down bullshit.
I hate feeling this way.
So empty and dead,
brain dead.
I just wanna go up again.
Forget it all.
Live for that moment.
Chase that rush.
My mom said she wants to leave me.
Move so far away and say she never knew me.
Not sure how I feel about that yet.
Hurt ?
Abandoned ?
Angry ?
Lost ?
All of the above.
I know I’m wrong.
I know I’m fucked up in the head.
But I’m scared I don’t know how to change.
Or worse,
Maybe I don’t want to change.
They say only you can save yourself.
Rescue me from my demons.
I’m fucking going crazy.
I think I need to sleep.
When does real love begin? At first it was a fire, eclipses, short circuits, lightning and fireworks; the incense, hammocks, drugs, wines, perfumes; then spasm and honey, fever, fatigue, warmth, currents of liquid fire, feast and orgies; then dreams, visions, candlelight, flowers, pictures; then images out of the past, fairy tales, stories, then pages out of a book, a poem; then laughter, then chastity. At what moment does the knife wound sink so deep that the flesh begins to weep with love? At first power, power, then the wound, and love, and love and fears, and the loss of the self, and the gift, and slavery. At first I ruled, loved less; then more, then slavery. Slavery to his image, his odor, the craving, the hunger, the thirst, the obsession.
- Anais Nin (via fernsandmoss)
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