Sometimes, I step into my bed and I pull the blanket over my head.

I feel the bed pressing against me and I stay within and I agree to never move again and I fall for the stillness.

I feel the air stiffening around me and I stay hidden and I agree with myself for once and I fall for everything, sometimes.

I’m not happy, I’m just misled

depressinglysadsociety:

What screws us up most in life is the picture in our head of how it is supposed to be.

bloodonthehorizon:

The devil being myself

the-suicide-effect:

“She smiled softly but this time it was different. Her face smiled but her eyes didn’t”