I fought who I am inside
Until I wanted, I wanted to die
Instead of finding balance I found hatred
Consumed by failures and ignoring my own strengths
Pushed out to sea without learning to swim
Or stranded in the desert with no lungs to breathe
— No Lungs to Breathe - As I Lay Dying (via anothersinkingship1)
The young will never know
how recklessly we went
from bed to bed,
from body to body,
from night to night.
it all, at times, became a
bore.
— Charles Bukowski (via chanelbagsandcigarettedrags)
