Judge me if you will,
kick me while I’m down,
do your best to hurt me.
At least then,
I’ll know who the fuck is with me,
and who isn’t.
I’ll learn how to live without them,
and not have my heart damn near broken every time I fucking reach out.
I did nothing but try to make myself whole again,
and for that,
I was treated subhuman,
ignored because I’m always feeling down,
or I’m annoying when I’m up.
Well fuck you,
and fuck the world too.
I don’t need anyone.
Maybe some people are born with a heart that cares more than most,
that beats a little faster for everyone whom they care for in their lives,
that breaks a whole lot easier,
and expects people to give back the love that is given to them.
I guess that’s what sort of person I am.
As I am seemingly crushed on a regular basis due to people not giving the slightest fuck about me.
no one there when I need it the most.
So I’m sad and alone, at the same time.
This overly caring heart is not a blessing, but a curse of the worst nature.
The ultimate goal in life is not to be considered normal, rather, to be happy.
It is important that you focus your energy into happiness, and then everything else seems to fall into place.
There will be bad days, but if you spend those remembering the many good days and focusing on becoming happy once again, you will give yourself that extra bit of strength to pull through.
I cannot say it enough. Normality is an illusion. No one will ever know what it’s like to walk in your shoes, because no two souls and their lives are the same.
Don’t fight the fight to be what everyone expects you to be. Do this for you and your happiness.
Sure, some people can wake up in the morning and choose happiness; but when you have mental illness, it’s just not that simple.
There are going to be bad days. There are going to be days where you feel downright awful, with seemingly no hope of being cheered up.
And you know what? That’s okay.
It is okay to not be okay. It is okay to fall sometimes, so long as you pick yourself up afterwards. It’s okay, happiness may elude you some days – but you also have days where it’s all you feel. So focus on that feeling. Grasp it and never let go, so it’s saved for the bad days.
Maybe I’m a little different than most.
But part of me feels as though that’s a wonderful thing; to be somewhat different in a world full of people trying to be the same.
I laugh a little more ridiculously, my jokes are sillier than most told, and my thought pattern? Well, it’s bizarre, to say the least.
But what matters deep down, amongst all the bullshit in life, is that I love who I am. Flaws and all.
Failure is as subjective as success.
One whom believes they have failed in life, may be the picture of success to another.
Similar to one who seems to have everything, making them appear to be successful, quietly judging themselves and labelling themselves as a failure.
Success and failure should be on your own terms, not based on others in any way.
It’s important to realise that small errors in life do not make you a failure, just like having everything doesn’t make you a success.
It’s okay to be sad, as it is to cry.
I know what you’re feeling, I know part of you wants to die,
but you must try your hardest to fight the good fight –
in order to destroy the darkness, and live in the light.
And if you stumble,
do not crumble.
Breathe, you’ve got this.