Aussie girl; Chaotic amateur writer; Bipolar type 2 sufferer; Super imaginative; Ridiculously empathetic. My posts are real, unedited and may contain triggers. Reblog if you wish. Ask/Message me anything. Instagram: cakewinslet
I stand invisible at my grave and cry To late to ask the question why My soul is blackend and my heart is dead Many things left unsaid Alone, sad and full of sorrow Not another minute left to borrow Why did I trust and why did I believe Now only disappointment I receive Damned to wander alone and unseen Only allowed to express all my pain in an silent scream In your world I'm not able to exist I'll go now and disolve in the graveyards mist
I've been ill for seven days now. For the majority of the time I've been too sick to do anything but sleep or stare into space. The days have blurred together with only different patterned pajama pants and tissue boxes adding any variety. As my body attempts to heal and I try to aid it, I can't help but wonder... I've been healthier than ever, so why am I so sick? As my physical illness subsides, a tremendous sadness has taken its place. I struggle to understand what's happening to me and…
I've learned loneliness today. I watched the only person who understands me walk away. I want to cry, ask for help, or at least feel strong... I can't cry when there's no one to comfort me, I can't ask for help when no one understands, and I can't feel strong because nothing is holding me... I tried my best and it wasn't good enough... and neither was I. I've become what I've avoided all my life. I've become the definition of Worthless.