frejskamavor:

on a scale of fake pockets to nachos how good is your idea

They’re not going to understand.
Don’t try to make them.
When they accuse you of overreacting,
Don’t try to explain why you suddenly can’t breathe.
When they ask you about your scars,
Make up a creative story.
They’re not going to understand,
Don’t try to make them.
You live in a different universe than them,
You see different constellations.
A universe where the stars give you a reason to keep living at the end of the day,
Where your insides are bruised from your heart banging against your chest,
Where books are better than reality because reading someone else’s story is less painful than living your own.
But don’t worry because they will never be able to appreciate the sunny days like you do.
They might call you stupid for crying when it rains, but it’s okay.
They’re not going to understand.
Don’t try to make them.
Because they have never felt the unbearable anxiety of cries banging against their teeth,
They have never screamed into carpet until they fell asleep,
They have never felt broken.
They’re not going to understand.
Don’t try to make them.
I’m telling you, it’s okay to feel things more than others.
It’s okay become so indulged in your emotions that your world spins and you lose your balance.
They will try to tell you there is something wrong with you.
But they’re never going to understand,
So don’t try to make them.

- A reminder to myself