NobodyImportant

I let someone into my life. And they kinda sorta broke me a little bit.

The lines between happiness and absolute hate for one's self and the world are cloudiest when there is no support, only blame and accusations from the ones we love and worship.

Guilt is a funny thing. Blame and accusation hurt the most when one places it on themselves, whether it is deserved or not.

I have no reason for feeling this way, and yet... I do.

We have to make tough decisions in life. Many occur during the teenage years; especially because of how much pressure society levies on youth. The effects of these choices can last for years.

Being with you hurts more than anything I've done, yet I never want to stop; never want to leave.

I’m so terrified of losing her that it bleeds into my dreams. Most likely a problem. Definitely unhealthy.

We're born, we live, and we die; nothing truly matters.

There is always a place where peace can be found. The trick is knowing what you're willing to give up in order to attain it.

A Poem about depression. Kinda sorta.

Goodbye, I suppose