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bigjigglylump · 1 month
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The hate eats at my bones
If I could, I would burn it away
Maybe then it would all be gone.
But what would be left?
My hate is rooted so deep
Who am I without it?
Maybe tonight I’ll drink it away
Or cut it away
And maybe then I’d have some peace.
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bigjigglylump · 2 months
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Sometimes when I try to put my feelings on paper
They fight me
And all the words I want to say get stuck inside
And I feel the waves of my emotions building
Knowing they won’t break just yet
But wanting them to desperately
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bigjigglylump · 2 months
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My uncle passed 3 years ago, and I haven’t been the same since.
I still can’t listen to his favourite song without my chest hurting and tears falling from my eyes.
I still can’t look at cars that looked like the one he used to blast those country songs in and drive real fast.
And I can’t go into hospitals without remembering the last time I got to see him, and his last words to me being “I love you too”
I wish the grief wouldn’t consume me still, but I can’t help that I still have all this love and nowhere to put it.
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bigjigglylump · 2 months
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When I look in the mirror I don’t see me as I am now
I see the 7 year old that just wanted love
I see the 10 year old that just wanted her grandma
I see the 15 year old that just wanted to be understood
I see them all and they are all me
And I love them.
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bigjigglylump · 2 months
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feeling fruity
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bigjigglylump · 3 months
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Me all day everyday:
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bigjigglylump · 3 months
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Change is probably my most haunting fear
When I have to make any change in my life, I feel as if I’m ending, as if my world is ending
And as the panic grips my soul and stabs my heart, everything changes around me
But I am stuck in place, trying desperately to find some semblance of what was before
I wish I wasn’t afraid, I wish I could change
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bigjigglylump · 3 months
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The world continues to change around me
But I am stuck as the person I was ten years ago
When my world shifted
And I became a hollow shell of myself
I feel the young girl inside me begging to be laid to rest
But like everything I’ve ever lost, I’m afraid to let go
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bigjigglylump · 4 months
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I watch my mania turn from violence to poems and feel myself trapped in it
Mint being able to write the words my heart needs to release
But I much rather hurt the page than myself
Lord knows what my family would think if they gave a damn
But then again why should I care if they don’t
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bigjigglylump · 4 months
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I wish this soju would erase your memory
But all it does it bring me more regret
Regret that I let you leave
That I left myself falling
Falling away from everything I knew
Digging myself a hole in my heart for you
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bigjigglylump · 4 months
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The drunker I get, the more I think of you.
Even now, as I’m surrounded by these empty bottles, they mock me.
I feel you mock me with each sip, and it only makes me want to drink more.
You mock my soul as i down another bottle, but fuck, I’d give anything to keep you with me.
So I raise another to my lips, and as it burns it’s fire down to my belly, I feel you burn my mind with your scorn.
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bigjigglylump · 4 months
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If I could go back in time only once, where would I go?
Would go back to the day I got my favorite dog, and relive the happiness I felt?
Would I go back to when my niece was born and I got to hold her in my arms and admire her precious face?
Or would I even go back to the day I lost my innocence and became painfully aware of the world and all it’s pains?
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bigjigglylump · 4 months
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I wonder when the last time I will feel the rain on my face
When I drive through the countryside and let the wind tease my hair
When I walk this world on my own two feet and wander
When will be the last time I look at this world before I depart it
When will I draw my last breath and give in to the dark, to the nothing
And I wonder, who will gather in my absence, and grieve for my poor, wretched soul
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bigjigglylump · 4 months
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I will never be able to pay you back for the shame I’ve caused you
I didn’t know just existing could be so damaging
I hope you forgive me in another life
I’m sorry dad.
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bigjigglylump · 4 months
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Why do I write. Perhaps in order to not go mad. Or, on the contrary, to touch the bottom of madness.
-Elie Wiesel
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bigjigglylump · 4 months
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I want to drag the blade of your love against my throat
Until I drown in my devotion for you
And draw my last breath giving all of me to you
And as my vision fades and so too does my soul
I know that even that will never be enough for you
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bigjigglylump · 4 months
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Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.
-David Foster Wallace
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