depression-and-literature-deact
The saddest moment is going to self harm and realising you have to look for clean skin to cut...
My grandma is about to die and all I can think of is how I wish it was me instead
I'm a sick person for being jealous that she'll go to a better place and I'll have to stay here
05.05.20
everyone keeps telling me that i have to stay alive for them, that killing myself would be selfish because they need me and my departure would cause them great pain.
what about MY pain? what about ME? i’m dying inside, falling apart every single night and shoving back my broken pieces inside my chest every morning, bleeding internally. what about MY pain? why can’t i rest easy? isn’t it selfish for you to ask me to stay knowing how badly i’m hurting?
knuddelding
Ich will mich in meinem Zimmer einschließen. Nichts mehr essen. Nichts trinken. Mich schneiden. Niemanden mehr an mich ran lassen. Mit niemandem mehr reden. Und dann irgendwann einsam sterben. Interessieren würde es sowieso keinen
Wahrheit
“My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.”
— Medoff, Jillian. Hunger Point. (via wordsnquotes)
Source: wordsnquotes
egal wer: Wie gehts?
Ich: Gut.
- Im Prinzip die größte Lüge. Das schlimmste ist, dass sie von jedem geglaubt und niemandem erkannt wird.
“Wenn Zigaretten tödlich sein sollen, warum steckt dann das Wort “retten” drin?”
— (via suizid-monster)
