winter triggers depressive episodes for me, for context.
#MentalIllnessMentalHealthWinter
is it too late to admit i loved yo… even through it all? summers over, but i still feel it on my skin.
i am the parasite and i am the hos… i’m cold and my hair is falling ou… i haven’t eaten in awhile but my t… no one knows how to pull this hung… because i am the sickness and i am…
sometimes i wonder what god is. she’s the gentle hand and the draw… those flash floods and the never e… she lays the bricks and then turns… they tell me,
i want you to know that i love you… and that thinking too much about i… to be completely honest, just for… i don’t know the normal amount of… i’m afraid sometimes that i don’t…
i feel your words in my bones, and… you’ve got me shaking, you’ve got… you ever think about the fact that… i do, every goddamn day. you came into the world with a ven…
my bones scream to escape this ski… to tear through my flesh and force… then to let them dangle by their p… my teeth are too big to share this… and my tongue is too large to fit…
insomnia, violence, puncture wound… a razor, eating your organs raw, a… impatient, obsessive, humiliating.
i’m sick of people telling me they… and then reach for the knife lodge… just to twist it. fuck you guys for that. fuck me for falling for it.
but i don’t think you were ever built to be a mother, and i never learned how to love you without it burning me from the inside out. i was raised to trust you through every betrayal and...
god carries a honey-soaked stake w… and his lovers scream at me to sto… to let him sink it into my chest,…
please don’t leave me. you swing your legs, sitting on th… we used to climb it a lot after sc… are you saying you’d miss me? you… yes, fucking yes, i would.
i’m busy with bruised legs covered… i’ve got my black boots kicked up… on a hot swing set in the backyard of a church that doesn’t want me. i’m saying fuck, getting familiar…
sit across from me, with no space in between. chest again chest, and our legs folded awkwardly. wrap your arms around my neck,
i have my mothers hands and her sh… i’ve got my dad’s jaw and his impa… i’m ten times as angry as my mothe… and twice as sad as my father is. here’s the thing, part one:
i think i do my best to be good wh… it’s not shaped for my kind of rag… it has no place for sickness, and… i drown in it, i suffocate in it. paradise is not a hospice, but i a…