“I give up, this feeling is making my warm heart go cold” but her heart hugged her mind and said “not yet, love. There is more to this than giving up on someone you love. I need you to believe in me, my precious mind. The same way I’ve always believed in you, keep fighting mind, for I the heart of her is not going cold just yet”
Do I protect my heart from being crushed more times than I can handle and let go?
Or do I continue being treated like I’m not even part of your life?
Either way it’s going to break my heart, but if I let go then maybe I won’t keep getting my hopes up.
Maybe I will realise I’m worth more than how you treat me
This whole year I’ve seen you 3 times.
When will you start acting like … or maybe I’m just dreaming of that happening.
Letting go of being part of your life would start so much grief and trouble that I’ve been doubting it for months. But each time you let me down it gives me more and more reasons to let go…
Each time you give me a reason to believe you don’t deserve me
You don’t deserve me constantly trying to be a apart of your life
You don’t deserve me at all
Hell did you even want me?
Maybe you’ll realise what you’ve done. What you’ve lost. Who you’ve lost.
I get treated like crap because what I’m trying to better myself and not feel like I’m worthless and a piece of shit. Yet people are constantly proving me wrong and showing me I am worthless. And then when I treat them the way they treat me they don’t like it and I get even more shit for it.
I’m constantly saying sorry even though I’m not in the wrong.
Well I’m fucking sorry my depression is getting worse, I’m sorry that my anxiety is pretty fucking high most days. Im sorry I have paranoia. I’m not healthy due to allergic. I’m sorry I constantly want to not be here because people make me feel this way. I’m sorry I have so many different emotions yet all I show is anger because that’s all I know, because it over takes the happy days, the days where I feel that I am worth something before someone takes me down proving I’m worthless
Found a jar of peanut butter hidden. I’m allergic to mostly all nuts so having anything with nuts in isn’t allowed, due to how bad my allergies are to them. Which is why it was hidden in a place I wouldn’t really look.
All that was running through my head was how if I ate it when no one was around that no one would be able to save me.
How badly I wanted to just end my existence and stop the thoughts in my head. The constant struggle of my life and how I don’t want to be here anymore.
The constant worry that I’m not good enough, the thoughts and flash backs of things I don’t really want to remember. The way I can’t feel anything, how I try to love my hardest to the people who constantly show me that I’m putting in all the effort and watching them laugh at me as they sit back and completely forget I’m even alive.
They should notice, they should care. They should be here standing by my side. Yet they treat me like I’m nothing, just as always. I got treated like that in school but I never thought these people would treat me this way. I constantly worry that I’ll never be good enough to be in their lives.
I want to need this misery that I call my life, I want to end the pain, the struggle, the worth that I don’t have
I’m nervous yet scared that it will all go bad and you’ll leave for good. But I’m relieved that you may still care. But I’m scared that you don’t care enough.
I sit in silence because I’d rather keep my feelings in my mind than telling anyone that I’m hurting, that I can’t sleep because of the feelings that you made me feel, the sleepless nights of nightmares and memories. I cry because I want you in my life. I want you by my side every step of the way.
I try and try to be apart of your life but you’re doing good without me, you always have done and you always will do. You’ve got the people you need, but yet where does that leave me standing?
When your name pops up on my phone my heart beats a million times faster than it should, I fear that it’ll be something I don’t want to read but I’m alway waiting for it to be you saying you want to be in my life.
You’re suppose to be in my life, but not like this
It will never go away,
That feeling of wanting to run,
That feeling of heartache,
That feeling of being worthless,
Because little does everyone know,
I’m breaking inside,
The feeling that I’m worthless,
Wanting to run,
I’m trying to pick myself up piece by piece.
Underneath it all, I still have that hole inside,
I just need a little more time.