Okay So I Wrote Something While My Last Mental Breakdown And I Wanted To Show You. So Here It Is And

Okay so I wrote something while my last mental breakdown and I wanted to show you. So here it is and take care!

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I know you dont want to loose youre little sister.

All these night appart,

the number grew more and more.

Like my desire to evermore,

Se your smile and stop the frown.

Even though sometimes I feel like a clown.

Until I go to slumber,

Where I fulfil my desire.

Where I stopped feeling

The strange emotions that I can’t deceiver

Where I stopped hurting

By the reality that bring me to oblivion

Where I feel liberated

From the rotten world we created

When I wake up the numbness comes back.

Like a mountain on my back.

But don’t worry,

For I am inspired by your audacity.

Your strong head is something that I admire.

For I can’t start my fire.

My anxiety causes a war in me.

Where my army has be

And is no more.

For my demons heretofore,

We’re just pixie dust from tinker bell.

However now, they are an alarm bell.

Forgive me sister,

For I know I’m a bother

With my self destructive ways

And my long silences.

Dear sister you need to know

I’m just not myself.

But I don’t know who myself is anymore.

Safia Elhillo, from "Summer," Girls That Never Die.

"I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break."

-Marya Hornbacher, Wasted

My favourite hobby is dropping extremely vague hints that I'm doing worse, or saying nothing at all and then acting like my friends don't care about me when they don't check in on me. Not to mention I'd probably say I'm fine if they asked.