My depression is
not beautiful
It is not the
glorified romantic
Bullshit
Portrayed by society.
My depression is
the unwashed hair
that lasts a month
the torn up skin
and the endless
pills that promise
Happiness.
But happiness doesn’t
exist in a bottle
and my skin will not
be healed by kisses
my unwashed and unkempt
life cannot be cleaned by simple
”I love you’s”
There is nothing beautiful
of my self hatred
convincing me
that
I am
Unlovable.
My depression is
not beautiful
It is not the
glorified romantic
Bullshit
Portrayed by society.
My depression is
the unwashed hair
that lasts a month
the torn up skin
and the endless
pills that promise
Happiness.
But happiness doesn’t
exist in a bottle
and my skin will not
be healed by kisses
my unwashed and unkempt
life cannot be cleaned by simple
”I love you’s”
There is nothing beautiful
of my self hatred
convincing me
that
I am
Unlovable.
I love how my mom thinks that saying sorry will fix everything.
NO MOM YOU DONT UNDERSTAND.
YOU LET A GROWN ASS MAN INTO MY ROOM WHILE IM IN MY UNDERPANTS.
WHY DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHY THIS UPSETS ME.
She was like "I'm the adult you cant talk to me like this"
WHEN LAST NIGHT SHE WAS TELLING ME I WAS THE ADULT AND SHE WAS THE CHILD.NO YOU CANNOT PULL THE "MOMMY" CARD WHEN IT SUITS YOU
"well sometimes i'm allowed to act childish"
NO.
BECAUSE YOU'RE A FUCKING ADULT.
that he saw mw in my underpantsAND SHE SAID I NEEDED TO CALM DOWNAND THAT "why isnt sorry enough"BECAUSE IT MADE ME REALLY UNCOMFORTABLEAND YOU LAUGHED AT ME
WHY DO YOU