Tommy :D* posted a quote
January 8, 2014 11:53pm UTC
Don't cut your wrists don't cut your thighs. put down the lighter. pull up your sleeves, show the world you're still alive. put the scale back, and go have some dinner. sweetheart you're worth it. please listen.. stop your crying and dry your eyes put the rope back, and drop the gun. spit out the pills this isn't how your story ends. you're a child. you shouldn't dream of death. please please listen. stop faking that smile, and let your eyes tell your lies. it'll be hard, but please try.. you might discover, that life isn't that bad, and hard. It is true but it also is hard
I'm not the type of girl anybody wants to be with. My body takes up too much space and I laugh too loudly for too long and I shout when other people are quiet and when I'm drunk I type in caps and I always wanted to be mysterious and beautiful and untouchable like other girls but, if you ask, I will give you everything and I fcking despise that.
I feel like Im slowly losing my best friend. Shes fading. Shes letting life take control of her. Her smile is getting faker day by day. I dont know what to do. I dont know what to say. Im trying my hardest. Im trying to be there. Im trying to make her smile real. Shes fading. Theres nothing I can do. I dont want to lose her.
I knew a girl who liked to draw. She drew pictures that nobody saw. She was most artistic at night, in her bathroom, out of sight. She didn't tell a soul and her gallery grew. Her drawings were different, no pencil or pen. But needed a bandage now and again. She thought why of all people, did it have to be her. To be alive in this cruel world. And one night we stood by the river, under the stars. She rolled up her sleeves and showed me her scars. She felt so broken & embarrassed and looked at her shoe. I rolled up my sleeves and whispered, "I draw too."
i spent a lot of time searching for affecttion in shallow spaces i gave people bits of me they didnt deserve and i let myself be hurt because i thought thats what i deserved but once i let go of trying to shove puzzle peices in places that did not fit, once i let go of all the hate i secretly had stored in gashes that decorate my heart i met you
kyyrraah* posted a quote
November 7, 2013 4:01pm UTC
*Me in the morning* Oh god it's time to get up. no, 5 more minutes. Sh.t im late. ugh clothes ugh hair well it's too late to eat breakfast. *Me when i get to school.* oml, hate this place no dont leave me here alone i should probably get to class, oh well. DON'T STOP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE D.AMN HALLWAY! Nice a.ss the f.ck you lookin at? I wonder what would happen if I pushed this kid down the stairs. Please just shut up *Me after school* YES HOME YES INTERNET YES BED
i try and tell myself, "you're not alone," yet when i get in bed at night my sadness envelopes me rather than my blankets and my head is propped up by a monster of thoughts rather than my pillow and by the weight in my chest, it feels as if the mattress is laying on top of me rather than the latter and all i know through this confusion is when i sit up and take a look around the only person there is me and the only person who cares is me and gosh, am i alone.