You convince people out of suicide. You help people that self harms. You tell people that they’re beautiful. But you can’t do this to yourself. You can’t convince yourself out of suicide. You can’t stop self harming. You can only think of how ugly you are. As a human, I’m so hypocritical. However, I’m proud I still have some shred of humanity left. I still care for others. Even when I can’t care for myself.
I won't lose out anymore, I won't live that way. Seems sad to see that this was wasted on nothing at all. I've been putting too much emphasis on the wrong things, Yeah, the wrong things. So what if it doesn't work out, I'll keep faith that that's not what this is about. It's good to realize it's who you're with, not what you've done.
sometimes at night i suddenly become aware of al the things im missing out on right now, and good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and i get this awful feeling that's kind of like a mix beteen loneliness and nostalgia.
Nobody knows the real me. Nobody knows how many times i've sat in my room and cried, how many times i've lost hope, how many times i've been let down. Nobody knows how many times i've had to hold back the tears, how many times i've felt like i'm about to snap but don't for the sake of others. Nobody knows the thoughts that have gone through my head whenever i'm sad, and how horrible they really are.