To be helpless is one of the worst feelings, possibly even the worst.
Knowing there is absolutely NOTHING you can do. You can't bring them back to life, you cant undo the mistakes you have made.
You cant go back in time and tell yourself; stop looking at the scales, put down the blades, dont take what they say to heart.
To tell yourself, things might be shit now but darling please putdown all those pills, you are just going to wake up in a week feeling so much worse than before.
You are still alive and as much as you may sometimes wish you werent, things will improve. One day you will be happy that it didnt work.
Hopelessnees kills parts of you, shatters you. You cant make them like you, you cant stop liking them. This is how it is and there is nothing you can do. Nothing. You arent in control of anything. Not even your own life.
But its okay. Itll all work out in the end. Or atleast that is what you need to tell yourself.
YOU ARE READING
broken pieces
Poetrya book of poems // individual shards of glass that attempt to piece together my broken soul // TRIGGER WARNING : will probably mention suicide, self-harm, sexual assult, rape, etc. // not all are personal experiences but some are
