everytime you leave againyou leave a holethat is so so bigthat it isnt refillable with anythingand youre not replaceableso i just have to live in emptiness
he doesnt know about the power he holds over meevery day he doesnt talk to me im sadevery night we dont talk i cry myself to sleepevery day we dont talk i have to hurt myselfand every day we are together it gets worseand worseand worseand worse
in moments like this i realise how pretty my body actually ishow much weight i actually lostwhat i really look likeor is that just the mirror trying to trick me againinto thinking im actually looking like thatbut thats not trueits only a few more kilosthen im going to stopim still on the journeyits only a short one from nowa bit fasting hereand drinking water thereand its done
i want someone to finally take as good care of me as i am of everyoneit hurts to be the therapist friendalways putting everyone in front of youand suffering silentlyin her arms full of scarsand clothes full of tearsbut at least in someones arms
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.
I am not the black cat.There were four of us;my grandmother,a black cat,a myth,and I.My grandmother oftentold us a myth.When you are ill, she said,if a black catcomes and sits on your bedit means that youwill die soon.I was only six,seriously ill.Our black cat
VIWe lack, yet cannot fix upon the lack:Not this, nor that; yet somewhat, certainly.We see the things we do not yearn to seeAround us: and what see we glancing back?Lost hopes that leave our hearts upon the rack,Hopes that were never ours yet seem’d to be,For which we steer’d on life’s salt stormy seaBraving the sunstroke and the frozen pack.If thus to look behind is all in vain,And all in vain to look to left or right,Why face we not our future once again,Launching with hardier hearts across the main,Straining dim eyes to catch the invisible sight,And strong to bear ourselves in patient pain?IX