i hate myself, i hate who i’m becoming, i hate how suffocated i feel, i hate my apathetic attitude, i hate that i can’t justify myself, i hate having no control, i hate that i lash out, i hate that ill never be a good person
I been shitted on, lied to, betrayed, disrespected, overlooked, and left to figure that shit out alone. Yet I still show up. Still pray. Still hustle. Still love. Some of y’all don’t even know how much pain a woman can carry and still look fine as hell doing it.
its so easy for you to not talk to me its so easy for you to not have me in your life its so easy for you to not see me its like everything meant nothing to you you probably already moved on
I stopped telling people when my mental health starts slipping again. Once I heard someone say how exhausting it is to love someone with depression and anxiety, it stayed with me. I never want to feel like I’m draining the people I care about while I’m barely keeping myself afloat. So I go quiet. I carry it alone. Not because I want to, but because being seen as a burden hurts more than the silence.
A group of white men attacked a black dock worker after he asked them to move their boat. In response, a group of black men intervened to defend the worker.