twloha:

“I know what it’s like to not know whether tomorrow is worth it. To be so exhausted that you would give anything just for a chance to put the load down. I know what it’s like to end the day raw and battered. To have nothing left to give yourself but sleep. I know what it’s like to have everything go dark. To not know if you’ll ever be happy again. Or if you ever were. I know what it’s like is to scream into the clouds. To beg whatever is out there listening for just ten minutes of quiet. But there are days when the light turns on. When I am less alone and the world is less heavy on my heart. There are good moments. They exist, they are real—no matter what my mind tells me when the sun goes down.”

— Sharleigh Thomson, “Future Tense”

lifeinpoetry:

I wanted to be loved more
than I wanted to be
alive. For so long

I thought not to be
loved is good but to be loved
is to be good.

All those years, convinced — surely
I must be bad, the way
you keep punishing me.

— Leila Chatti, from “Faulty,” published in Prairie Schooner

(via thegirlwhocrieswolf)