Break Down - Tumblr Posts

Bitches be like "I don't believe you have a mental illness, I have never seen you break down"... WELL you can keep pushing me KAREN and I'll give you a breakdown that will make the fucking news

waaAAAHHH i would die for these two I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

A SUPER fun comm for @/blitzbrain90 on Twitter 🥺🥺

I've really been getting into KOBD recently, theyre just so cute 😭

you ever feel so fucking horny that nothing helps you calm it down?

 Big Bang - Fantastic Baby Vs. Super Junior-M - Break Down done by RemixMashupKpop on youtube

Emptiness was soaking through my clothes

Keeping me on the chair by the dinner table

Full of books,

Full of notes

The ground was not to be seen

It swallowed and swallowed yet there was no end to this misery

My mind froze, unable to comprehend what was going on

My eyes were searching, any option would do

My hands tried to move but it was futile

With every fibre of my being I was protesting for hours on end

But the hollowness had already surrounded me

Taunting me, waiting for me to give in

My own memories turned against me

Remembering actions and occurrences and trying to find a solution within

A solution I cannot accept

The walls were quietly listening to the spectacle

My suffering was their delight

I was in a forest perhaps

The trees were looking at me with pity

Of course, they wouldn't understand anything

Their comprehension was far beyond mine

Like everyone elses

Slowly my head became a brooding place for the wights of hopelessness

Confind to the chair they gave me my destiny

Give up

Emptiness was soaking through my clothes

Keeping me on the chair by the dinner table

Full of books,

Full of notes

The ground was not to be seen

It swallowed and swallowed yet there was no end to this misery

My mind froze, unable to comprehend what was going on

My eyes were searching, any option would do

My hands tried to move but it was futile

With every fibre of my being I was protesting for hours on end

But the hollowness had already surrounded me

Taunting me, waiting for me to give in

My own memories turned against me

Remembering actions and occurrences and trying to find a solution within

A solution I cannot accept

The walls were quietly listening to the spectacle

My suffering was their delight

I was in a forest perhaps

The trees were looking at me with pity

Of course, they wouldn't understand anything

Their comprehension was far beyond mine

Like everyone elses

Slowly my head became a brooding place for the wights of hopelessness

Confind to the chair they gave me my destiny

Give up

Emptiness was soaking through my clothes

Keeping me on the chair by the dinner table

Full of books,

Full of notes

The ground was not to be seen

It swallowed and swallowed yet there was no end to this misery

My mind froze, unable to comprehend what was going on

My eyes were searching, any option would do

My hands tried to move but it was futile

With every fibre of my being I was protesting for hours on end

But the hollowness had already surrounded me

Taunting me, waiting for me to give in

My own memories turned against me

Remembering actions and occurrences and trying to find a solution within

A solution I cannot accept

The walls were quietly listening to the spectacle

My suffering was their delight

I was in a forest perhaps

The trees were looking at me with pity

Of course, they wouldn't understand anything

Their comprehension was far beyond mine

Like everyone elses

Slowly my head became a brooding place for the wights of hopelessness

Confind to the chair they gave me my destiny

Give up

Emptiness was soaking through my clothes

Keeping me on the chair by the dinner table

Full of books,

Full of notes

The ground was not to be seen

It swallowed and swallowed yet there was no end to this misery

My mind froze, unable to comprehend what was going on

My eyes were searching, any option would do

My hands tried to move but it was futile

With every fibre of my being I was protesting for hours on end

But the hollowness had already surrounded me

Taunting me, waiting for me to give in

My own memories turned against me

Remembering actions and occurrences and trying to find a solution within

A solution I cannot accept

The walls were quietly listening to the spectacle

My suffering was their delight

I was in a forest perhaps

The trees were looking at me with pity

Of course, they wouldn't understand anything

Their comprehension was far beyond mine

Like everyone elses

Slowly my head became a brooding place for the wights of hopelessness

Confind to the chair they gave me my destiny

Give up

The ambience in the room was about right

There were no tears but grief was all around

The grief for once was not reflected on their faces

Concern, anxiety, anxiousness

The worry was plastered on everyone

They became angry

How could they not do anything in such a situation?

How come this wicked tale fell upon one of their loved ones?

Then came he

He controlled the air around him with a simple frown

When he came he wasn’t frowning he was indifferent

I've always seen him indifferent

As he stood there I saw another side of him

His back was facing me but I knew already what kind of expression he was making

Taking deep breaths, taking long pauses

And sometimes some whimpering

His hands were shaking

In his hand he held a gold jewel

The jewel was frantically shaking

What caught my attention was not the whimpering but the shaking

He was devastated

He was woeful

He was crying

He was crying

The man who had already treaded into a world of misery was crying

It was as if his happy demeanor was but a forlorn husk

Even the strongest of us

Even the weakest of us

At that moment they all unleashed the tears

They all lowered their masks

The ambience in the room was about right

There were no tears but grief was all around

The grief for once was not reflected on their faces

Concern, anxiety, anxiousness

The worry was plastered on everyone

They became angry

How could they not do anything in such a situation?

How come this wicked tale fell upon one of their loved ones?

Then came he

He controlled the air around him with a simple frown

When he came he wasn’t frowning he was indifferent

I've always seen him indifferent

As he stood there I saw another side of him

His back was facing me but I knew already what kind of expression he was making

Taking deep breaths, taking long pauses

And sometimes some whimpering

His hands were shaking

In his hand he held a gold jewel

The jewel was frantically shaking

What caught my attention was not the whimpering but the shaking

He was devastated

He was woeful

He was crying

He was crying

The man who had already treaded into a world of misery was crying

It was as if his happy demeanor was but a forlorn husk

Even the strongest of us

Even the weakest of us

At that moment they all unleashed the tears

They all lowered their masks

No one was ever the cruelest to me except myself

But that's nit true

The cruelest people in my life have alwys been my parents

As they have devoured evrything I've ever had and given to my siblings

While I am left helplessly on my own in this already cruel world

Tell me mother, do you dislike me for becoming too much of you or too little?

Tell me father, is the image you have of me from the past or from the future?

Even so my siblings are cruel too

For just accepting everything from my parents instead of looking out for me

Because they both know that I am the product of my parents

I have cleansed my parents bad habits and became absorbed into it myself

As my parents rush out to feed my siblings I am left starving

They remain the saints while I am the devil

No one was ever the cruelest to me except myself

But that's nit true

The cruelest people in my life have alwys been my parents

As they have devoured evrything I've ever had and given to my siblings

While I am left helplessly on my own in this already cruel world

Tell me mother, do you dislike me for becoming too much of you or too little?

Tell me father, is the image you have of me from the past or from the future?

Even so my siblings are cruel too

For just accepting everything from my parents instead of looking out for me

Because they both know that I am the product of my parents

I have cleansed my parents bad habits and became absorbed into it myself

As my parents rush out to feed my siblings I am left starving

They remain the saints while I am the devil

No one was ever the cruelest to me except myself

But that's nit true

The cruelest people in my life have alwys been my parents

As they have devoured evrything I've ever had and given to my siblings

While I am left helplessly on my own in this already cruel world

Tell me mother, do you dislike me for becoming too much of you or too little?

Tell me father, is the image you have of me from the past or from the future?

Even so my siblings are cruel too

For just accepting everything from my parents instead of looking out for me

Because they both know that I am the product of my parents

I have cleansed my parents bad habits and became absorbed into it myself

As my parents rush out to feed my siblings I am left starving

They remain the saints while I am the devil

No one was ever the cruelest to me except myself

But that's nit true

The cruelest people in my life have alwys been my parents

As they have devoured evrything I've ever had and given to my siblings

While I am left helplessly on my own in this already cruel world

Tell me mother, do you dislike me for becoming too much of you or too little?

Tell me father, is the image you have of me from the past or from the future?

Even so my siblings are cruel too

For just accepting everything from my parents instead of looking out for me

Because they both know that I am the product of my parents

I have cleansed my parents bad habits and became absorbed into it myself

As my parents rush out to feed my siblings I am left starving

They remain the saints while I am the devil

Sometimes I start to wonder

Whether I am truly as good as I think to be

How I'm always partly right and never fully wrong

How I can always find the right words after acknowledging my faults

But then what is this hollow feeling in my chest?

Have I deluded so much that I've fooled myself into thinking I have these emotions?

Whether I did or not, how will I ever know what this feeling is?

I know I always push others into the role of the villain

And I know that I am no Saint either

But is everything fake then?

All this so called suffering I've endured

Was it truly for nothing at all?

Sometimes I start to wonder

Whether I am truly as good as I think to be

How I'm always partly right and never fully wrong

How I can always find the right words after acknowledging my faults

But then what is this hollow feeling in my chest?

Have I deluded so much that I've fooled myself into thinking I have these emotions?

Whether I did or not, how will I ever know what this feeling is?

I know I always push others into the role of the villain

And I know that I am no Saint either

But is everything fake then?

All this so called suffering I've endured

Was it truly for nothing at all?

Sometimes I start to wonder

Whether I am truly as good as I think to be

How I'm always partly right and never fully wrong

How I can always find the right words after acknowledging my faults

But then what is this hollow feeling in my chest?

Have I deluded so much that I've fooled myself into thinking I have these emotions?

Whether I did or not, how will I ever know what this feeling is?

I know I always push others into the role of the villain

And I know that I am no Saint either

But is everything fake then?

All this so called suffering I've endured

Was it truly for nothing at all?

Sometimes I start to wonder

Whether I am truly as good as I think to be

How I'm always partly right and never fully wrong

How I can always find the right words after acknowledging my faults

But then what is this hollow feeling in my chest?

Have I deluded so much that I've fooled myself into thinking I have these emotions?

Whether I did or not, how will I ever know what this feeling is?

I know I always push others into the role of the villain

And I know that I am no Saint either

But is everything fake then?

All this so called suffering I've endured

Was it truly for nothing at all?

Rejecttale part 2 "break down"