In my spare time, punching walls, fucking up my hand
I know this shit sound super cray, but if you had my life you’d understand
But, I can’t fold, some poor soul got it way worse
We’re all troubled, in a world of trouble
It’s scary to have a kid walk this Earth
I’m what you made, God
Fuck yes I’m so odd
Thinking ‘bout all my old friends
Who weren’t my friends all along
Hm, when it rains it pours
Whiskey bottles of the six and fours
Everyday the first things a chore
Amidst a dream with no exit doors
—Kid CuDi
It is days like today that make me realize what a tiny insignificant stupid useless ant I really am. Who even gives a fuck about my dreams anymore?
This is the greatest thing I have ever seen. People do not understand that mental illnesses, such as depression, are actual chemical imbalances in your body. They are not brought on by choice. My dad was diagnosed with depression. He was so ashamed of it that he hid it from me and my brothers. A month later, he killed himself. The stigma that comes with mental illness made my Dad embarrassed to talk to his own kids about this problem because he felt like less of a man.
Erase the stigma. The more we talk about mental illness, the less likely it will end in suicide.
Please reblog.
Touching personally
(Source: losingthe-war)
If you listen very hard, the tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is all. To be a rock and not to roll
—Zep
