#sad thoughts

[zexox]

Somedays I want to pull my heart out of my chest just so I can stop feeling this way.

[mentallyamessedpointthree]

I fucking tried

I did my best to be lovable.

[emotionaleating]

when someone doesn’t wanna tell me what i did wrong and suddenly i’m 8 years old wondering what i did to make my mom mad again

[wordx]

[helyanwe4608]

Silence and absence is hardly what people associate with trauma. Exclusion and neglect over years and years is hard to retell compellingly.

The poison is there all the same. It is the cruel certainty clawing on the inside of your heart. The toxic certainty that you are wrong, damaged, hard to love, complicated, both too much and not enough.

It is the belief that if you let people close, they will see this truth and leave you. Such is the corrosive power of emotional abuse and neglect, that it makes you see love and affection as a transaction that you are somehow always underpaying for.

[blackbluecherryblossom]

don’t tell me i’m overthinking. i’m overfeeling and it’s not the same.

[poempoetryandmore]

how ungrateful are we

to be mad at god

for loss

when he was the one

who gifted us someone to grieve for

[eternallychaoticc]

watching yourself spiral into a mental breakdown while knowing you can't stop it is a different kind of heartbreak

[proseify]

What hurts is the fact that you shared your soul with them just to be strangers again.

[wisteriagroves]

How fickle your feelings are - one moment, I was someone you adored; the next, I was someone you barely remembered.

[alltheirstars]

— photo from pinterest, edited by me xx

[futuristic-koala]

[wordx]

When I was hurting, I saw people for who they really were. Some strangers held my heart with more care than those I loved most. And the ones I trusted, the ones I thought would never leave, acted like I was nothing. Hard times don’t just hurt, they reveal.

[blackbluecherryblossom]

i’m tired. but not just “didn’t sleep” tired. soul tired. bone tired. like my body keeps going but nothing inside knows why.

[silent-insanities]

I enjoyed the wounds you left.