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My sleeves are stained red,. And I'm drowning in my head,. The river's burst and flowing,. What was hidden is now showing,. There are pathways on my skin,. Leading down to what's within,.
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My sleeves are stained red,. And I'm drowning in my head,. The river's burst and flowing,. What was hidden is now showing,. There are pathways on my skin,. Leading down to what's within,.
Its been year since she broke me in half, Threw away my emotions and left me in the dark. Her insane mind and crazed mental state, Appealed to me via a strange twist of fate.
8:57 am. my dad and his girlfriend outside baking. wind chimes heard. my family is baking. perfect little life. I'm trapped in my bed. shaking. I thought it was a dream. but I woke up and saw it.
Just one day I would like the floor Maybe some one will have time Next time I open the door I won't have to pretend everything's fine.
Lack of lights. Comfort me. Sleepless nights. I do not see. Tuck me in. Hide it all. Tear my skin. Let me fall. Fear the day. Love the dark. Go away. Leave no mark. Water drops. Down my spine.
so I go to a camp every summer. every summer. since age seven. I don't say bad words there. I'm happy. I'm innocent. two weeks of being a kid. two weeks of freedom. but it's only two weeks.
new generation new age hiding behind old problems if everyone thinks you're mental you can do what you like without being judged go crazy and your folks won't budge hide behind a disorder claim to be...
Looking in the mirror, what do I see.
Thought disorders - vague or disorganised thinking. Delusion - unusual or bizarre beliefs ,sinking. Hallucinations - unusual sensory perceptions, hearing voices.
Dear Victim, You are beautiful. you are stunning and lovable. You are honest and true!…. and haters are not. They are jealous, mean, insecure, and cowards for picking on you.
crying. I just spoke with my dad. he knows I'm dying inside. I told him when I used to cut it was never to kill myself. it wasn't. but I cut yesterday. I still cut and I want to tell him and get help.
I was told today that I didn't know what a hard life was. Just because I didn't try and commit suicide, and cut my arms. It doesn't mean I had a perfect life.
Wow. So, like, I was at the mall with my friends, and we were all drinking our frappè or cappè or whatever. And. Like. I told them.
It damages our mental health, Controlling our lives , damages yourself. It affects every aspect of people day to day, Impacts on our work lives in different ways.
I’ve always been a child of light Now nothing but darkness, Is stalking within my shadows Leaving me with an unpredictable life Still… And always… Been a leader.
#prayerhands It seems the most peculiar, odd coincidence (So much so I admit, I feel quite suspicious) That your loving god hates everything you fear And tells you so in voices that only you can...
Anxiety You need to stop lying to me I'll be fine I just need time But with every last word You become worse It's getting hard to breath Without suffocating first You're closing in on me fast And...
They ask, they laugh, they talk behind my back. 'why do you love that bear so?' they say. 'my memories are mine, not yours or theirs. Not to be shared. But mine.' I reply.
Okay. So today I started the Butterfly Project. The butterfly project is supposed to be used to stop self harming but you could use it to stop smoking, taking drugs or to stop anorexia/bulimia etc.
Quickly time by time... I have never showed anybody my work of heart. It so dearly would touch somebodys. My love, did you not so know. Oh my... time for an art show. A razor...
A knot I can't get rid of, Tears I'm yet to shed, This feeling hanging over me, Insecurity in my head, I just can't get rid of this feeling, I don't know how to describe, The feeling of living on a...
her hair was a paradox her skin snow I didn't have to say anything for her to know the look on my face let my soul show her soul was beautiful it was dark and twisted tragically broken loose by a...
I'll close my eyes and wish I was gone. Not gone forever, that would be wrong. Just for a week, to have a short break. Much more of this living I cannot take.
* this is not true I don't self harm* I self harm because Its a pain I can control.