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A madman
A man that would be ready to give up his soul and his beating heart, believing that mine is worth more is a madman. A heart of a woman that is pure is worth dying for. A soul of a woman that is in need for care and love is worth living for. A sacrifice that can be called a matter of honour is when a loved one sacrificed themselves long before you even knew what a unconditional love means.
By Sleeping Pills 5 months ago in Poets
BPD episode
I’m so scared that my emotions have no meaning. When i say the words “I love You”, do i actually mean it? When I promise “I will always be there for you”, do I know how to keep it? Am I even real? My words, do they have the ground to stand on? Am I allowed to say “ I stand by it” when I scream my opinion? Because the truth is, my emotions are just like waves in the ocean, no stability, no clarity, just a beautiful view for couple of seconds till it’s gone.
By Sleeping Pills about a year ago in Poets
GOODBYE LETTER . Content Warning.
Im saying goodbye to You. My self-respect can no longer take the sh*t that you put me through. My heart is scattered in so many peaces, there is nothing more left to break. My chest feels so heavy, I can't even get out of the bed no more. When You couldn't find time to talk to me, I started hurting myself… Yeah, imagine how crazy I was, hurting myself over some guy. But what else can a hurt girl do?
By Sleeping Pills about a year ago in Poets
Check and mate
- I love you, you are my heaven and earth, my moon and the sun. You don't understand, i can't breathe without you. You do not understand, i have never felt what i feel now. I want to marry you, we will live together, i am already saving money for an apartment. We'll both go to tournaments, we'll both win them, Anna, we'll travel anywhere you want. I love you,- he said looking into my eyes. He held both of my hands tightly, I thought for sure that he would never let me go.
By Sleeping Pills 2 years ago in Poets
Writing on meds . Content Warning.
As I am writing this, I chugged a good amount of sleeping pills. Not to kill myself of course but to calm myself down before I go to bed, to stop the nightmares that I normally have. They work too well must admit, I can't feel a thing. 20 minutes have already passed. I'm in my bed now. I hear the wind blowing, and my dog scratching the doors. He wants to lie down next to me. I can't get up, I can't force myself to go to him. I feel peace. I feel emptiness. The type of empty heart that other people have. I have now a normal heart, the one that feels nothing in times like this, in times of being alone in bed. Alone and bed. Bed and alone. Dog scratching doors, wind blowing.
By Sleeping Pills 2 years ago in Poets
