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One More Day

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I don’t want my kids growing up afraid to tell me things. You drank? Okay. You smoked? Okay. You’re struggling? That’s alright. I want them to be able to talk to me without feeling like they’re going to be punished, so they end up isolating and keeping things from me. I want them to feel safe opening up to me without fear or judgment. When it’s hard to trust anyone nowadays, I want them to know I am always here, even when everyone leaves. 

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I think that people should carry notebooks with them at all times just for those moments because there’s nothing worse than having that moment and finding that you’re unable to set it down except with a knife on your leg or something.

Margaret Atwood (via wordsnquotes)

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24/7 Thoughts

they say I’m a baby ok sure maybe and call me crazy but I’ve been suicidal lately

my friends say I’ve been actin strangely that I’m oddly a bit shady truth is even my own thoughts scare me

I feel like I’m lost at sea so I decide to get down on one knee hands clasped tight and pray to the God almighty I ask him kindly to take away the pain I feel daily and nightly I know he’s timely but I’m waiting impatiently

I’m blatantly going through this painfully what if I’m finally gonna crack I most likely need some kind of psychiatry I honestly feel I have no privacy no matter if I try to deal with things quietly there will always be that one person invading my privacy

but oh the irony cause silently I’m wanting the help only cause I know I can’t deal with this myself

it’s half past twelve and I’m still thinking of hurting myself my emotions and strife are slowly killing my health and anxiety and depression are no help so all I can say is “Oh well..”

I sometimes pick up my knife and dwell on where it is I should impel then I stop the dwelling and put it back on the shelf and ask “what am I doing to myself?” is it really time to say farewell?

I have fell into a deep pit of darkness where my conscience is constantly asking me questions and yet at the same time I’m getting suggestions of different weapons and I’m sitting here thinking is my mind trying to teach me a lesson cause I’m feeling vulnerable and threatened by my own mind didn’t I mention? it’s got my attention 24/7

no wonder I can’t focus in class I’m feeling hopeless and at this rate I won’t pass

I rather lock myself in a room full of gas until I pass out maybe even cut myself with a piece of glass until blood has flown out cause I’m worthless without a doubt

I’ve got a cloud following me with thunder so loud and with rain that won’t stop coming down I’ve got my two feet on the ground head hanging low and face with a frown that’s how I’m seen walking through town yet what will they think if I’m not around?