spookywhisperswizard

[spookywhisperswizard]

Glass Skin

I wear my smile like armour, thin,

But underneath is glass, not skin.

A glance, a tone, a slight misheard—

And I shatter from a single word.

I love too hard, then I let go,

Then beg for closeness I forgo.

You’re my favourite, can’t you see?

The world feels safe when you’re with me.

But when you leave — or even blink —

My thoughts drown faster than I think.

The silence grows into a scream,

And all that’s real becomes a dream.

I crave release from this sharp ache,

So sometimes just to feel, I break.

A crimson line, a fleeting breath,

A whispered way to flirt with death.

Not for pity, not for show—

But to let the hidden chaos flow.

The pain inside has found a seam,

A wound to match the hurt unseen.

I want to vanish, fade from view,

Be weightless, for a moment, too.

To stop this endless war inside—

This constant need to run or hide.

You say, “You’re not alone, I’m here.”

But your kindness twists into my fear.

Will you stay, or will you flee,

When all I am is too much me?

So I’m sorry if I love too fast,

Or fall apart and make it last.

I’m trying hard, though it might not show—

To hold on tight, and let you go.

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[spookywhisperswizard]

“Am I lonely because no one cares, or am I lonely because I’m not strong enough to let anyone get close enough to care?”

— Rob Hill Sr., I GOT YOU: Restoring Confidence in Love and Relationships

[spookywhisperswizard]

I became so attached to my depression that I can't imagine my life without it anymore

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i feel like someone dead pretending to be alive

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Got too attached and now I feel stupid

[spookywhisperswizard]

I already said too much.

I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back.

I hate getting close to people these days.

I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.

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I'm fucking exhausted

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The message I’ve been waiting 22 hours for.

I know I’m toxic.

But my favourite person doesn’t care anymore, clearly.

WOOOOOO WE LOVE BPD

[spookywhisperswizard]

my legs are dangling off the edge

the bottom of the bottle is my only friend

i think i’ll slit my wrist again

and i’m gone

gone

gone

gone

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"recovery is not linear" does not mean "relapse is inevitable," it means "treat yourself with kindness and compassion if a relapse does happen."

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i want you close like skin, but i don't say that. // your name is so perfectly sewn onto my tongue; / no matter how hard i try, the stitches won't come undone.

fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s ‘when god pottered hands, i. your dishwasher is empty.’

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I feel like I died years ago...

And now I'm just a ghost waiting for this to end.

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Mine~~

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I don't wanna feel so lonely anymore

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tumblr has become my ranting space again. am i 25 or 15 i can’t tell

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he helps more than he’ll ever know