Wrists
Put down the sharp object, Is this really what you want, really what you want. All these tears you're producing, and wasting, How do I know they aren't fake.
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Put down the sharp object, Is this really what you want, really what you want. All these tears you're producing, and wasting, How do I know they aren't fake.
She told me she hurts herself when I'm not around. In the shape of hearts on her arms That night she went on holiday, Five years ago. She never told me why, Or what this meant, not a word.
Cutting out the logic,. Finding a way to dodge it,. Slice out the tongue of my madness,. It's tragic,. Watching you work your magic,. Teach me a trick, take a drink,. Stay a while, stop & think,.
Swimming with clothes on I swam alone in the large lake, The sun already making me bake. The clear water cooling me down, Keeping away the horrible frown.
Soaring above the clouds, Adventuring in my made-up fantasies, Exploring the depths of my imagination. That's how I used to spend my days I was full of wonder, full of awe.
Twisting and turning. The world doesn't make sense. The fear twines around me. Suffocates the very essence of my being. Starved. On the verge of tears. On the edge of surrender.
In the comfort of the night. My tears start to fall. Helpless. An agonizing tearing of my heart. Sadness swallowing me up. Broken. Horrifying hopelessness,. Nothing will ever be okay. Lonely.
@naaviie @sjw @Irrational_Kimmi Here's the explanation, That you haven't been expecting, It's a government creation, That my mind is redirecting.
Sometimes when am down; I like to sleep and not wake up. Sometimes when am down; I like to pretend that the bad event dint happen.
Jeg går med hovedet i skyerne, nogle påstår, at jeg er en drømmer. Min eneste indvending, er at jeg altid har været sådan. Er det så galt. Jeg prøver at være tilstede i nuet, men min sjæl vandrer.
Silver, sharp, & beautiful, Scars with stories to unfurl, Cliché, broken, lost, & misplaced in an artificial world, Crucified, hanging from the devils cross, Suicide looming & a mind spilt in...
Darkness all around me, Isolated in the black, A monster in the shadows, Eyes staring at my back.
Next part is here!!. :) x *Justin's POV* Did she know I was staring at her. I hoped she did. I hoped she could feel my intense gaze eating away at her togetherness. She is not having an abortion.
Nobody can save me, you can all try. But you won't make me better by filling me up with lies. I'm lost, but I can't be found. It's too late, all hope has been lost. I'm useless and broken anyway.
I'll let you into my world on the condition that if I show you the scars that are physical you won't want to leave me on my own. That you'll stay no matter what.
I've been in this room for years. Sitting, wasting my life to pain. Hoped you would ease my fears. But in my life your've now become my bane.
|the finale part| Suicide Methods: How are you going to do it. Consider this one carefully.
Counseling, therapy Whatever you call it I've been going Since I was 7 Frequently at first But less and less As I got used to Breaking into pieces An emotional breakdown Was rare for I After 3...
Let the tears fall, And watch them as they drip, Let it all go, And slowly start to slip. Lose your control, And give up all your hope. Release your hold, And let go of the rope.
She balled her fists Filing them with Cotten sheets Another sleepless night And death she'd have to greet.
My mind is caving in. I can feel it begin. Crumbling edges. Outside looking in. Foundations shaking. Fragility breaking. Cracks appearing. Despair i am fearing. Losing my grip. Losing my way.
Three of the eleven years have spent in mainstream education I have been bullied. I was too young to remember the first two. that leaves one year, of completely carefree bliss.
"The daily forecast is lots of sun, happiness and my love. Scattered clouds may form high up above. High pressure from the East may be too tough.
Sitting in despair, Sitting unaware, Siting, he's just waiting, Passers by all stop and stare. Standing in such pain, Standing there again, Standing contemplating. Passing by are thoughts insane.