cutting on your hips makes pulling down your shorts kind of hard, like shit shit shit that hurts but that tiny part of your brain is saying “yes give me more give me more.”
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Mouse Trap
Life is a labyrinth and I'm just a mouse. Every day, I wake up to wander my way through a manufactured maze, only intended to benefit the interests of its maker while I chase down some prize they've deemed me worthy to receive. There's no end. Every exit is another entrance to the next phase of its design. I never know if the treasure I receive will be a piece of cheese or a trap waiting to clamp down on me. I've ran, finished, ran, finished, and ran through this contraption more times than I can recall. I am tired, and I often hope the next trap will be my last.
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one thing about me is i am not doing so well
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I’m starting to feel bad again. I don’t want to die, not really. But I keep thinking about it
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Dear me,
Fuck you shut the fuck up my god
Sincerely,
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Running Away
I've started to feel like running away. I can't try to kill myself again. I remember the pain of my best friend committing suicide; and no matter how much I want to die, I can't make others feel that way. The pain of hearing you were just a little too late to try to save your best friend is a deeper pain than I can describe. Running away feels like a nice way that I can go around this restriction. If I run away, no one will mourn me, only miss me. I won't have to exist. In time, maybe they'll all begin to just believe I've started a life elsewhere. Maybe they'll all move on and live with the thought I have created a good life somewhere else. Maybe then I could end it. No one would know. "Running away" sounds like a tempting loophole.
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one of the worst parts of self harm and suicidal ideation is when you’re sitting next to someone you love so much and all you can think about is how badly you want things to end
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I want this thoughts to stop. I want everything to stop. I can't keep on fighting against my own brain I just idk I just want to be okay. I just want to finally LIVE not just survive while letting myself bleed. Idk what to do anymore. Everyone says it gets better. BUT WHEN?? give me a time, tell me how many hours I have to experience this pain for, tell me how often I have to cut to feel okay, how often I have to ignore the voices in the back if my head. Just give me a bit of hope, because rn I'm so hopeless and empty and depressed and angry and idk arghh I don't want to be here anymore I just want to dissappear, to never feel again, to never BE again.
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i’m so fucking lonely i don’t even know why i’m fighting anymore. Nobody will care when i’m gone.
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must be nice to be born with the will to live your life. for me, every minor inconvenience is a reminder that i’d be better off dead.
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