ZAK A friend gone too soon →
Florida in march!
Visually she was pleasing. But few saw She had layers, layers to hide the jagged,layers to hide the insecurities. Underneath the veneer was a fragile being. Delicate;comparable to rose petals at first bloom. Time; yet infinitely cruel had torn into her. Again she thought will I find solace?
I don’t know how to get you to open up. Your silence tells me nothing. And nothing for me is a negative answer. Am I that insecure with myself to not believe you could love me. You say you do but those words are empty. They are weightless. You show me again and again with your silence. Am I that damaged and that unclean you choose solitude over my company? Most nights my only solace are the...
I want to sleep and not wake up. Let the current carry me downstream.
Depression is a sneaky little rat,one that lives in your home. Waiting for you...– Eternal churning of the stoner mind.:
Anonymous asked: You're so beautiful :)
Drink to forget or drink to feel nothing
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be...– (via reluis)