..... Emily .....

ran..out

tucktoxic-rethought:

I’ve got three anti-depressants left… I’ve promised myself over and over again, don’t get them refilled.

I can’t rely on them to make me feel better, I don’t want to rely on them..but sometimes I just throw my feelings around.

throw them around so stupidly, get too emotional..and I have nothing to fall back on ( no cushion)

ya know a heart can only take so much, the let-downs, the heartbreaks, the pain… one person can’t take a thousand deaths over and over again- they shouldn’t have to..

so its nice to find relief in something so small, just swallow and ten minutes later, a solemn rush of help.

So here I am, looking at the pill bottle, one already in my mouth, and I can’t decide if life is really something I can handle on my own, without this crutch.

I won’t know, until all of them are gone..

Whether I sink or swim.

Fall of fly.

It’s so hard to face life… why do you think i’m such a nut job?

If you could just see me now.