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I know how it feels to sit on the edge of your bed head in your hands wishing it would all just end
I know how it feels to sit on the edge of your bed head in your hands wishing it would all just end
I look at you and I'm home.
"Du musst nach vorne sehen." Jaja.
Even then, it hurt. The pain was always there, pulling me inside of myself, demanding to be felt.
I hate every inch of my body. I need sleep.
I want to be okay I want to be okay teach me to be okay
STOP THE VOICES IN MY HEAD. I'm weak. But I'm tired of fighting against something that is way bigger and stronger than me.
Hab ich meinen Schwanz rausgeholt oder wieso ist dein Mund offen?
I want to be normal. I want to be mentally healthy. I guess I can't stand this depressions anymore.
Einfach nur mit dir zu schreiben. <3