Blood stained blades

but I knew how to dress it up

No offense but I’m really uncomfortable in my body and I want to rip my skin off

entering my extremely self destructive era again

I find relief in pain and that's extremely fucked up

I know it will pass, but it's heavy

But I feel like I somehow deserve all this suffering. That’s the only way I can make sense of it

Florence and The Machine, from “Back In Town“

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i'm such a "no no, it's okay" person with tears in eyes

still healing from things I don’t speak about

there is so much hurt and sadness inside of me and i have no idea how to control it anymore

You know, the voices in my head are probably right, I really am worthless, and lonely, and I should probably kill myself.

“The sadness will last forever” - suicide letter by Vincent Van Gogh