Without My Mental Illness I Wouldn't Know Who I Am But, Because Of My Mental Illness I Have No Sense

Fck being nonchalant.

Merge souls with me.

do you remember me? do you remember my laugh….the excitement in my voice when we spent our time together, how about my name, do you remember that?

Idk normalize wanting nothing to do with your fp and hating them and then wanting them to stay

guilt eats away at my flesh. it settles in my bones. it lives within my chest.

The cold seasons are for the poets

Who set their hearts on fire

To stay warm

Without my mental illness I wouldn't know who I am but, because of my mental illness I have no sense of self. Like the logic is super crazy.

i dont think i am meant to have love in my life

Sometimes my anger is too much

The way it feels like the way I imagine it might if you smashed all the glass in your house from screaming and then used those shards to construct new eyes by digging them into the already existing ones.

The same way i imagine it might feel if I pressed nails into every inch of my skin

Like open heart surgery without any anaesthesia

Like constant electrocution

I’d rather any of those than to feel my own anger over the fact that you never text me back.