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I walk the earth like a Zombie, risen from the dead, I don’t eat people though, I just eat their words, the tastiest ones are those of validation.
I cling to validation like one of those little hands that you fling onto the wall and it sticks… over time I get fed nasty words and they stick to me until I can no longer cling, but instead of learning my lesson I take a shower and wash the words off and go back for more, until I’m torn to pieces and can no longer work.
#codependent #mentalhealth #toxic #validation
She said “I stopped saying I loved you and hugging you, when you started acting out”
That’s the day I learned love was conditional.
As you screamed about dirty clothes and unkept spaces, all I heard was the echo of a voice telling me to kill myself.
She sank her serrated talons into my throat and swore to never let go and I thought that was love.
She stared at the water-colored sky, with a look of beautiful curiosity and wonderment.
You are worth more than the unnecessary struggles you put yourself through.
Even in the darkest moments, there is an abundance to give thanks for.
You could have left me.
Peering into the black waters.
Diving off the deep end.
My reflection is hopelessness.
You see perfection.
You say "there's beauty in broken things."
But, how can there be beauty in something so scorned?
It Comes Again
Depression comes in waves,
in and out like the tide.
It holds me captive,
coming to me when I least expect it.
Uncontrollably, destroying all in it's wake.
It ripples into all parts of my life,
stealing my joy,
and my purpose.
Sometimes I am overcome with sadness.
My eyes burn like fire has been set to them.
Just when I start to see light in my dark skies,
it comes again.
So, I wallow in my broken world
and fail to pick up the pieces.