Alexa |16|New York|Terribly Insane| Anxiety holds me back, depression drags me down.
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling; but in rising every time we do."
I don't trust people... but I wish I could.
I wish someone cared about me. I really do. People
say they care but they never really mean it, do they?
They promise they'll never hurt you, but they always do.
They always do.
~Time cannot heal the wounds it created~
♥ [+] Long walks, Ed Sheeran, the sunset, hugs from behind, tea in the morning, One Direction, when the flowers start to bloom, messy buns, Little Mix, Imagine Dragons, converse, criminal minds, Cher Lloyd, scary movies, Olly Murs, strawberry ice cream, cuddling, best friends, being called baby, talking on the phone, falling asleep on skype, Rizzle Kicks, laughing, pizza rolls, play fighting, tall guys, hugs, forehead kisses, internet friends, Marina And The Diamonds, Lana Del Rey.
[-] Anxiety, rude people, people who think they're always right, broken promises, waking up early, relapsing, silent cries, being alone, speaking in public, depression. ♥
The quietness echoed in my head Whispers filling the darkness Screaming; taunting- The monsters that had once exisited Only in my dreams had made a Permanent home in my head, And they vowed not to leave Until I promised to do the same.
You think you're okay. You've been clean for awhile. Then one night you have to urge to cut. And you do. But it's only one. But then it's 20. Then you remember how much you used to love it. You wake up and feel disgusting. You can't believe you did it. That night you feel horrible. Because you cut. You weren't supposed to. And now you're thinking, "Well I already relapsed, what's one more gonna do?" Now your skin is covered again. Jeans in the summer, long sleeves in the sun. No one questions it. You become more depressed with each mark. And the more depressed you become, the more cuts you make. Now you're back in that dark hole, even though you thought you were finally okay. Relapse & Recovery is a never ending cycle.
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag He tried another poem And he called it 'Absolutely Nothing' Because that's what it was all about And he gave himself an A And a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door Because this time he didn't think He could reach the kitchen.
Just give me a reason Just a little bit's enough; Just a second we're not broken just bent and we can learn to love again it's in the stars it's been written in the s c a r s o n o u r h e a r t s we're not broken; just bent and we can learn to love again.
Just a cut Just a scratch, "What's that mark?" "It was just the cat." Just an excuse Just another lie "What's with all the bracelets?" "Just fashion, why?" Just a tear Just a scream "Why are you crying?" "Just a bad dream." But it's not just a cut Or a tear or a lie It's always "just one more" Until you die.
When I was little my parents told me Bad things happen to good people I never really understood that until I was at your house And I heard your dad hit you Or when My sister's fiance cancelled the wedding Because he saw his highschool sweetheart At starbucks Or when I heard my old best friend Got hit by a car and died Right after she left her volunteer job At the shelter But I finally understood When I came home And saw the note on the counter Saying "I'm sorry" And I saw drops of blood and tears Heading towards the bathroom