BookRix

Sorry for all the posts. I'm just switching over from the others group seeing as this one seems to have more people. XD

I'm always a shoulder to cry on
Whether you hate or like me
I can be a friend to mostly anyone
But you and me will never be..
I loved you as my best friend
But you took advantage of that
You called me names and everything
Mainly talked behind my back.
I will not let you do this
So it's over now, you see.
You, I will always miss
Even if you don't miss me.
Even if you are far away
My love will never be gone.
Even though we are not friends
I am always a shoulder to cry on.

Breathe. You’re going to be okay. Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before. You’ve been this uncomfortable and anxious and scared, and you’ve survived. Breathe and know that you can survive this too. These feelings can’t break you. They’re painful and debilitating, but you can sit with them and eventually, they will pass. Maybe not immediately, but sometime soon, they are going to fade and when they do, you’ll look back at this moment and laugh for having doubted your resilience. I know it feels unbearable right now, but keep breathing, again and again. This will pass. I promise it will pass. — Daniell Koepke

I am always overwhelmed
by that feeling
where your heart won't slow down,
and your mind is freaking out,
and your palms are sweaty.
And I can't help but feel
like I did something wrong
constantly.
I'm overwhelmed by anxiety,
and I can't stop shaking,
and there's no way to stop it,
and I'm absolutely miserable,
and I can't stop thinking about
how it would be
if it just stopped.
If I just
stopped

Hold on girl, hold on.
By tomorrow, this will be gone.
Hold your head up high,
Let these moments pass you by.

Go on and finish that drink,
You are stronger than you think.
Go on and cry if you must,
It's better than being crushed.

Stand back up if you fall,
It doesn't matter if you have to crawl.
Go ahead and apply your makeup,
So long as you pick yourself up.

You are a fighter.
In the dark you'll burn brighter.
So hold your head up high
And keep your eyes on the prize.

"You like him because he's a lost boy. Believe me, I've seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail."

She sat alone,
alone and at home,
where her screams were silent,
but her mind was violent.
Her insecurities hid deep inside,
and they did indeed eat her alive.
A tear rolled down her face,
as her heart began to race.
She took a blade and tore her skin,
where her depression lied deep within.
This went on for days,
months,
years.
Until she cried her very last tears.
She decided that she had had enough,
the world around her was far too tough.
She took a gun to her head.
Congratulations society,
she is dead.