This
Once I secure a way of k!lling myself I'm doing it. I can't take it anymore. I'm never a priority for anyone. I'm always expected to take care of everyone else's problems in my family and they never even try to help with mine. I have one friend and I feel like even he doesn't truly care how I feel. I have no one. I'm alone, like I've always been. I have no one to help me and I'm drowning. Hopefully I can just sl!t my wrists and be done with everything. It's not like I have anyone who truly cares about me anyway. I won't be missed, let alone remembered and that's somehow a comforting thought.
Do you still think about people from your past
Yes bitch, I’m traumatized
Hit a little too close to home
They don't think I need help, but I'm scaring myself.
all days are the same. i don’t feel alive anymore.
I love my scars, they are part of me and my story, they are proof that I survived although it was not easy. I still have demons within me, but I hope there will come a time when I will be happy and free from it all. I'm not ashamed of my scars, I don't hide them, neither should you all either because everyone has a story they've struggled with, but it's proof that we're still here after that all. It is not others business and fuck their looks or comments.
*nothing happens*
me: this is too much
(':
That feeling in your stomach when you realize it’s really over. Your heart just sinks in all the memories, the late-night calls, and all the promises you guys made but you know what’s the worst part? Is that you don’t know if you can do it again.
“I knew everything had changed when I looked into your eyes and saw every single lie you ever told, and watched you deny every last one.”
— Thanks dad for all the memories, I surly will never forget you