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☁ You can't control your thoughts if you don't know what you're thinking. So why not write them down. ☁

Hell's door

Traipsing through the skies searching for a new life before, no pearly white gate, no shiny face to welcome me at heavens door. I was never religious but knew hell was scorching, but no one told how I'd be shivering in heaven with no heat to warm me. Wishing I was way down below. I think how I should have followed a different path, even when I have reached my goal, but the devil wouldn't have welcomed you either when you sulked through hell's door.

(i know it's a bit random, and doesn't really mean anything, but thought I'd better write it down)

wake up, but it feels like I never really left A kind of tired that’s deeper than sleep— Like something inside of me is always halfway dead. I try to hold pieces of me together, but my hands don’t fit, they can't hold together the pieces of me that i am not yet ready to admit

I needed you when I was screaming into my pillow, when I was laying on the bathroom floor. I needed you, but 'it wasn't convenient' for you. So now I have left you in the past to make room for the present, but there is still a gaping whole from where those sad memories used to be merry.

I wish I mattered. I wish my life had a purpose, because in 100 years time no one will know who I was or what I believed in, they won't care what I got on my test or what I said. So, I suppose I should be grateful for not having the expectations weighing me down. I should be grateful for the comfort that brings.

To that one girl

I know your mental health is bad because you don't seem to go a single day without bring it up. I know it is so bad that you can't consider the possibility that anyone around you is struggling too. You are the smartest girl I know, because you have told me so. If someone isn't smart enough you act like they're beneath you, I know this because you tell me how stupid you think they are. I know all this about you because you don't know what should be kept in your head and what should be said aloud.

I want to hold your heart in my hands and watch you die a painful death for what you did to me, but my body won't let me because I once thought that heart would belong to me for all eternity. So, instead I stare at you until you notice me, but I look away. I feel guilty for disrupting the peace because I feel as though keeping it is my responsibility.

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