this really hurt but I love it.
I accepted a lot less than I deserved
And gave so much more in return
You’re a thief
And you left before I could realize
That I had been robbed
(via traced-veins)
I know a drug dealer named Bones. he lives in a garage & we call it the dope dome
(via ryros-princess)
ok followers lets write a story. ill start: a young man stands in his bedroom
jackin it
while listening to Justin Bieber
(via ryros-princess)
I’m falling apart, once again
I’m submerged into the darkness again
I’m in the stage of constantly
saying sorry
I’m just so
tired.
I just want to sleep sleep sleep
until things are okay
I hate being an empty mess
I’m praying for a hero
to save the day.
suffering.
i’m suffering
no one can see.
i’m dying,
I just need a moment to breathe.
you call it sick, I call it art.
it involves paint, a paintbrush, and Canvas
but the motion is from my heart.
it’s the art of suffering
can’t you see?
it’s an on-going war
between me and well..
me.
the canvas is my skin,
the brush is my blade,
the paint is my pain,
being lifted away.
I’m suffering,
don’t you see?
the way that this war,
is getting to me?
I’m slowly dying,
I can hardly stand.
help me win this war,
just take my hand?
I’m suffering.