where the wallflowers hide. ✿

band-aids ↕

you don't understand

the feeling of emptiness I get at 2am 

so don't ask me what's wrong

because honestly I don't even fucking know myself 

i'm so damn broken, I think my pieces are too small to put back together 

it's not even depression anymore

it's way worse, it's killing me slowly

i'm at the point to were smiling is painful

I don't think happy thoughts anymore

so don't tell me to "get better" 

you can't slap a band-aid over this and expect it to all go away 

it doesn't work like that, i'm on a one way plane to hell and we're almost landing 

(jlg)