вы соглашаетесь

в акустике тонем, на фоне то ли одни,
не упусти свой шанс умереть.
я буду богом 
для остальных, 
я буду богом 
для немых,
ведь я знаю, что они хотели бы сказать.

а я на миг умер 
и полегчало
но я хочу, как раньше, 
пить чай и с моста кормить чаек.

но если бы небо накрыло, 
я бы выменял руки на крылья 
зачем мне ноги в пропасти,
в бездонном космосе,
лучше я стану бездомным просто так, 
ни о чем и обо всем сразу.

чудо

когда ты умрешь? я не могу жить спокойно, пока ты есть

tired and sick

господи, когда все это закончится? я просто хочу быть тощей

let me

shit.
everything is shit, haha always. but this time it’s fucking shit. like forreal. i am not able to go through a day without coming back home and crying, hesitating whether i should continue the cutting, besides i miss my psychologist, i can’t talk to family, they’re family and my family is shit and they only want to hear abt ur shit life so they can judge your shit and go on with making you feel like shit, after all it is their job.

you're still beautiful

To Anyone Who Thinks They're Ugly or Hate Themselves,
I think everyone has at least felt a little bit of what you are feeling. Everyone hate/dislikes at least one thing about themselves, whether the admit it to themselves or not. Trust me, I think you are perfect. You may not believe a word of that, but that’s what I think. I believe that if you can’t find beauty in you, just surround yourself with people who do see that beauty.  Surround yourself with people who won’t put you down. And if you cant find those people in your life, let me be one. Beauty is everywhere, you just need to know how to see it.
Everyone is beautiful, except me.
You Truly Are Beautiful,