Reblog if
■ you have an eating disorder
■ you have anxiety
■ you have depression
■ you have attempted suicide
■ you cut yourself
■ you feel alone
■ you have an eating disorder
■ you have anxiety
■ you have depression
■ you have attempted suicide
■ you cut yourself
■ you feel alone
but I’m alone, I’m always alone…
I feel like my heart is tired. It’s done. Each heartbeat hurts, forcing icy numb blood through my veins. It hurts to breathe deeply, it feels like I’m dragging cold air through a hole in my chest. I don’t sleep like I used to. I don’t want to eat anymore. I just want to fade away. My nightmares are my living days repeated over and over and over. I just am so exhausted all the time. I’m drowning in everyone else’s pain, eating it up because now all I crave is being miserable. Self inflicting pain over and over again because that’s all I can feel. I don’t remember happiness. I don’t remember being excited to leave my house. The only time I smile is to cover my misery to those around me. My one and only savior is a shell of his former self. I want to take his pain and his depression and make him whole again. I’m just so tired.
Hospitals are full of people having the best day of their life, the worst day of their life, the first day of their life, or the last day of their life.
When cancer takes life, we blame cancer.
Depression is a disease
Don’t blame the victim for losing the fight
I came to you like you asked. Told you what was on my mind. You felt attacked. Labeled me and my actions as bullshit. Said you were tired of me. Okay. I’m sorry. I will never come to you again. I won’t open up again. Because now I know what you meant. You only want me to come to you when I’m fake. You want the freshly self harmed and self medicated version of me. I get it now. You don’t value me as the human I am. Okay. Thank you. I’ll go back to killing myself for you so you will feel better. I’ll go back into my pain for you. I’ll destroy myself so you feel safe. I’ll set myself on fire to keep you warm. Thank you for reminding me of my place. I’m sorry I forgot that you are more valuable than I could ever imagine to be.
It’s my body I’ll cut where i want and when i want.
Drunk me is a dangerous me, because drunk me doesn’t care about anything at all. Drunk me could kill herself without realising the consequences it brings…
