FUCKYESZOMBIES
They die one piece at a time. You'd be shocked at
how many adults are really dead on the inside,
Walking through their days with no idea who they are,
Just waiting for a heart attack or cancer
Or a Mack truck to come along and finish the job.
I think this is the saddest thing I know.
Psychosis of uttered noises
i’m going to put my present feelings aside to bring back the real reason why I joined tumblr.
disbelief
shock therapy
understatement of who gets to be authority
lack of education
why children as old as 5 are given abilify a powerful anti psychotic for insomnia?
constantly waking up sweating from my nightmares
seclusion room
do psych wards really fuck you up?
I cant grip the reason behind my fear.
restrains have been a part of me
tight belts wrapped around my wrist
how does someone bounce back like that
did i do this myself?
and if so how can I set this free
can i pretend this never happen
will i be able to build a wall like “death” built a wall for Sam when he lost his soul
[supernatural reference]
if i set that wall up to block out who I was will I scratch it down to gather myself up when I feel like I am lost
can it potentially bring back a rush of memories that could set me back up again
triggers the triggers
they only stand alone
Or
Will I go on with my life free of expression vulnerable to ignorance and distasteful amounts of courage
can my past possibly break the future me if I let it happen.
