The window pane is 20 knives, all cutting through my fragile life. Someone new peeking through the room. I fear the name you whispered is mine, I’ll know it soon. I’m headless, I’m just limbs. I think they’re coming in. I already died, so this is extra time. I already died, so now I see it open eyed. I already died, so I am justified. I already died. There’s nothing you can say to change my mind.
The things that Jeff Buckley was singing and conveying and saying, his understanding of suffering as devotion, love as a higher power and necessary transcendence …yeah
why am i always the person who needs to apologize. no one considers my emotions, it doesn’t matter what someone has done to me. once i make them upset, then i’m in the wrong and i’m a terrible person.
bpd develops for a reason. don’t ever let anyone make you forget that.
you were hurt and had no one when you needed it most. you’ve been through so much pain and trauma. regardless of what the world sees you as, this was the way your brain decided to cope. this was the only way your brain knew how to survive and keep you alive to this point. you’re amazing and i’m proud of you
