Love Him So Much

Every part of me wants to help you, But I don’t know how. I couldn’t help myself then; How could I help you now? If there’s anything I remember From when I felt that low, It’s that you feel you need someone, But as for who, you don’t know. No one seems to understand What goes on in your mind, But now I see depression’s the same In more ways than you can find. There are things that I wish I could tell myself then, Like to never believe When you think it’s the end, But I know better than to think That you’ll believe my every word. There’s nothing you need to hear; You need to be heard. But how can I show you That it’s okay to spill it out When you have no reason to trust me, And my story you know nothing about. Maybe I ought to tell you, But would it really do any good When you’re already aware that you Stand where millions have stood? You already have friends and medicine, But it doesn’t seem to suffice. I wish I had more to offer, But uselessness is my greatest vice.

Helpless (via meaningless--poetry)

Me encanta, lo odio y no puedo soportarlo.

-back to you

Quiero que me regales ésos “te quiero” que sé que te cuestan tanto decirle a cualquiera

Arctic

sinceramente, este fue el peor año de mi vida

crying to keep my eyes hydrated

me siento re estúpida pensando que quizás signifiqué algo para vos

My mind, A whirling washing machine, Leaves stains in all the clothes, Tinting them the color of Coffee stains; Wears out the fabric, Tearing uneven holes; And leaves the clothes Soggy and bunched up, Waiting to be hung Out to dry.

meaningless–poetry (via thesocietyofpoets)