Need To Be Happy. - Blog Posts

when i’m depressed, my bed is my best friend

when i feel like this

i sleep

right now i really want to cry. i want someone to hold me close to their chest, so tightly that i can only hear their voice, their heartbeat and their breathing (and my occasional crackling sob). i want to feel someone care for me. because lots of people won’t believe me but that feeling...when someone holds you so tightly, and makes you feel so safe to just break in front of them...that is what someone caring feels like. you can actually feel it. i haven’t felt it in...over a month. i know thats a short period of time but shit, people don’t hug me. people don’t hug me like how he used to. he used to let me cry. he used to just sit there in silence with me because thats what i needed. i didn’t want to interact with people but i didn’t want to be alone. i’m sick of being alone. but i can’t even cry. because i have no one to hold me tightly. no one to murmur that they love me. i have no one. i have nothing. i have myself, and i’m not strong enough.