Spoils Of Failure

I’m stuck. It’s not getting better, I’m not getting out. monsters that scratch and claw at me, having their way, whispering their words, of loathing and detest. The worst part, the part that keeps me up at night? It’s in my own fucking body, my own head.

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—	(via givemethesunshine)

I’ve never hated myself more than I do now

you-need-satan:

woohooyouslut

This will be me when I hit 50

you-need-satan:

woohooyouslut

This will be me when I hit 50

This nobody doesn’t deserve anybody

I wiped my mouth clean and put my hands to the stone

so when the sirens sounded their song I threw myself to the mercy of the wind

Throwing every caution to the air, the soil wrote me stories of broken bones

Now the sirens have me caught

Between the nerves that left me numb

and the breath that left my pleading for air

and all I can do is sit and watch my heart beat

I tried to be the light bringing dead ships home

but the sirens have me caught, and now I’m left alone