In so much pain.
Mentally and physically.
if I can’t make it,
Please. Please. Forgive me.
This is gonna be a hard landing.
Screaming for help, yet no one can hear me.
How can I leave the ones I love dearly?
But somehow I’m so alone, and people are near me.
Sadly I’ve grown colder as I’ve gotten older.
Empathetic, yet I don’t want tears on my shoulder.
I long for understanding, but I don’t know how much more I can take standing.
“Every year thousands of artists get involved with Inkoctober, where for 31 days of October you ink a drawing each day.
I decided to go off the usual prompt and focus on mental illnesses and disorders”
½- Shawn Coss
(via sabrinargarza)
+
30,702 notes
Sunday May 14th
theme by coryjohnny | powered by tumblr
