It’s gotten to the point where
I don’t know who I am anymore
I constantly feel like I am on the verge
of breaking down.
I feel like I’m going crazy,
and if my mind is an ocean,
my thoughts are a tsunami.
I can’t sleep,
I can’t concentrate,
I can’t even think straight.
I am coming apart at the seams
and it scares me.
“My sadness was never beautiful It was swallowing 36 pills And laughing like it was fine.”
“The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when sad tries to bite your lip and not cry and smile and go, “...”
“And suddenly, the sadness hit me. It felt as if I had just lost my breath. I was drowning from within.”
“I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad”
“It’s crazy how much one person can fuck you up, mentally.”
“But happiness scares me, because every time I am happy something bad happens”
“I’m a bit crazy honestly. Addicted to my sadness but still want happiness”