Silly girl, silly girl. Wishes her pain would go away. Silly girl, silly girl. Cries in the nights and sleeps in the days. Silly girl, silly girl. Only sees in black, white, and grey. Silly girl, silly girl. Silly because she refuses change.
I want to tell you everything but I’m scared about the thing that you could can leave me after all.
Our brains are sick but that’s okay, Since our grades matter more Than our health anyways…
Tbh.
(via sgfgenesis)
Mom, I need help. You keep saying I’ll be okay but I don’t feel like I will be. Mom, you don’t understand how to feel with anxiety. I’m not just nervous. I walk down the hallway and I start to panic because all of everyone’s voices and conversations are coming through one ear and staying in my brain. Mom, the other day I heard paper flipping to one page to another by the entire class and I couldn’t breath but I could. Mom, I need help. I hate to say I’m depressed because if I say I do, then I must be looking for attention. I feel so numb to the point where I can’t even make decisions. I can’t think for myself, I have to ask other people for help. I’ve been thinking about suicide because I hate the way I look at other people and be jealous of them. Not only that. I want to kill my self because the voices in my head won’t step up and say something. Then there are the worst nights. Where the voices won’t stop talking. Mom I need help and you’re not getting me the help I need. When you ask if I’m okay, I’m lying I’m not. I fell asleep right when I got home and woke up at 6 the very next day. Mom, I need help. All I want to do is sleep because me sleeping won’t bother anyone, and it won’t bother me because that’s when I live in a dream. I’d rather live in a nightmare inside my head than actually living. Mom, I need help, and if I don’t get it soon, you’ll walk in on your baby girl trying to hang herself at the age of 16.
I may have tried killing myself yesterday, but you wouldn’t know that if you were to walk by me on the street. You’d think I was just another person; nothing important. I may have tried killing myself yesterday, luckily, for you, my mom walked in before I tied the perfect noose. I might try killing myself tomorrow, but you wouldn’t know that by just staring into my eyes for 5 minutes. You never know what a person is thinking. He thinks of cars. She thinks of lipstick. I think of suicide. Everyone’s mind is different depending on how they live; how their chemical balances are within their brain. I may have tried committing suicide 5 minutes ago. You never know; I’m just a writer behind a phone screen.
I usually don’t fall in love with people easily. But you, oh my god, you. The moment we stared into each other’s eyes for the first time, to the moment we hugged. That’s when I fell in love with you.
I’m not ok
I’m really not fucking ok
I think most of us didn’t expect we would still be alive these days. So take a moment and be proud of yourself.
why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 3am
everything’s ok!!!!! gr8!! I want to get hit by a car!!!!!
i rather hurt myself than make you feel bad
(via trauma-babies)
Mickie Ann (via depressionarmy)
(via isabellaunicorncat)
(via brokenandinvisible)
Being a girl in this world is honestly so strange like do u know how much we miss out on because we are scared? How much of the night We don’t get to see because walking around alone is too dangerous? Do u notice the way girls walk at night, and does your heart hurt when U see them quicken their pace and lower their gaze when men walk past? Mine does
me: what can possibly go wrong tho anxiety: im glad you asked
