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I can feel the feelings dragging me back down. The weight in my chest feels heavier and heavier. Every breath feels like I’m being knocked around by ocean waves. I want to feel loved. I can’t.
"Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door."
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4 notes // 4:35 pm // reblog
Dear Gardner, please forgive me
My heart’s garden is not of tranquility
Nothing more than dirt
before your seeds.
So please forgive me,
After I scream at the sight of a weed.
I know it’s not your fault,
it’s always the rain.
I know, then complain,
About manufactured pain