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yagmurd3niz · 5 days
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I don't wanna die but I don't wanna live like this.
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half-lit-candle · 6 months
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my urge to kill myself is increasing by every second
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n0r5ka · 8 months
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Mhm
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Im so tired, Im not satisfied.
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leeb-leefuh-lurve · 1 year
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where’s the lie?
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makkuuu · 9 months
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at the end of the day, none of it matters. nothing will change, I will still feel lost, my head will still tell me I'm worthless, and I will never be enough to exist in any space. I try and I try and grow and attempt to make space to exist but it gets me nowhere. all of this zombieness of emotions and routine that get me fucking nowhere.
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themaddeninghunger · 3 months
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The guilt ,the hatred, the distaste that has been accumulated over time in me, for me, will kill me one day.
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goth4noireason · 5 months
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I've been thinking about suicide alot lately.
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sm9keme · 4 months
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I hate myself and my life this is a tumblr counting down my days left. I will die by my hand and no one will care
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kayttee · 2 years
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Will I always be this worthless?
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Happy lesbian visibility day my computer exploded and I lost all my data including like half a semester of work a week before finals ends
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starfu3ker · 1 year
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i think of you standing on that hill, world just out of grasp, and wonder what if circumstances had been different 
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nightly-birdie · 2 years
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flowers of rot
alone with her body, i had to shriek
as the palladium petals fell
over the dark palace left uncultured
I've written them with nail and blood
thoughts make teeth ache
fallen helpless from no wings
I've smelled the stale, the molding
mourning my slumbering wake
oh, i have seen them all
the weeping, the dying, the smiling
and i have lost and i have felt
i decay
in the words of a madman
of the ravenously famished
the thirsty for smog
that fills the arterial lungs
i do not feel the need to eat
or sleep
or smile
so i decay
hollow, the annointed hallow
or, i am amidst them no more
i cannot feel what has been lost
it has been dark
the flood eats away at the wall
mold fills lungs with blue tints
the rain pours inside from above,
the grated windowsill
i have no eyes and i must weep
i have no mouth and i must shriek
i have no hands and i must write
those summers they used to date
they have gone now to the windy silence
the drops hit the skulls
i hit mine against the wall again
i touch mine with the fingers i have left
and write in blood
threw words
- inspired by Romanian poem, "Flori de mucigai", by T. Arghezi
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ellablackthorn · 4 days
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thinking of ending it because i'm bored
not even because i'm sad. i already know what it's like. this time is different.
as a girl who recovered from her depression a couple of years ago due to medication, i think my suicidal tendencies is back and it just evolved into a new monster: boredom.
when i was sad, i cried a lot because i was in turmoil with my emotions. i was in conflict with certain figures in my life, so there was an actual problem that i know that's causing me to feel that way. and when there's a problem, there's a solution. it was solved.
this time, however, what can possibly solve my boredom?
is this really only what life has to offer? is this it? there is no sadness in me and there is no joy in me. don't get me wrong tho, i feel sad and i feel joy and i have fun, but nothing ever penetrates the soul.
they all leave a couple of hours later and i'm back to my boredom, baby.
how eternally boring is life, and i'd rather not see the whole of it. i want to end it. maybe ending it is the only solution, because by then i wont have to constantly, constantly search and be anxious over things and decisions i have to make just to have that little taste of fun.
i don't feel anything. i'm just bored and i fear that if i continue living, i might have to just be bored for the rest of my life.
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leo-peredia-writer · 1 month
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I know I’ve got a beautiful smile, but can anybody see behind?
Nice brown eyes? Are you also in love with the tears they’re holding back?
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