Alessia

04/12/2021 21:41

Parlarne non basta

I don’t even know if I’ll ever be able to fix my fucked up brain. I just feel so lonely and misunderstood sometimes, like everyone goes on with their lives, while I keep being stuck in the same toxic thought patterns again

and again

and again,

no matter how much effort I put into trying to be a better soul.

09/10/2016, 20:47

Il silenzio

Cannot help but falling, who am I?
A loser, a failure,
A human being made of tiny pieces of nothing?

Too many words
Too much focused on being perfect
Too little sense of self

“Stop eating, stop complaining, you don’t deserve to be alive
Collapsing
Day after day”

Shut up!

Anonymous asked:

Concerto in do minore n.1 di J. S. Bach, poesia di Nazim Hikmet.

Ma che meraviglia, ti ringrazio per questo inaspettato e piacevole spunto 🌱

25/09/2016, 22:48

La ricaduta

I am hopeless, we all are
Making the same mistakes again and again
Empty souls filled with food, alcohol and broken promises

I am a failure, we all are
Hitting rock bottom way too many times
Sun is not shining in my mind and I really, truly, hope to die

26/08/2016, 22:45

Non era previsto

A fire

Burning inside my organs,

Skin

Heart.

I think I might be feeling emotions

And all that fun stuff.

Fuck.