That’s what’s wrong about me. I feel too deep. And I focus too much. I put my everything in what I do. And in the end it only breaks me. They only break me.

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@23-unconstellated-thoughts
That’s what’s wrong about me. I feel too deep. And I focus too much. I put my everything in what I do. And in the end it only breaks me. They only break me.
I am sad and heartbroken.
I don’t know how to call for help. And it’s fcking killing me. It might kill me literally.
Who would you tell that there’s a voice in your head urging you to cut your wrist when everyone around you will either downplay it, won’t understand or will compete with how fckedup your mind is.
Im not waiting to be saved. Or maybe I wanted to be saved. But who do I call for help? ðŸ˜ðŸ’”
There’s just really some thoughts sometimes of cutting the wrist. What if one day my mind’s too weak to fight it?
I dont really know what’s happening anymore.
Just a little too sad.
Why am I constantly tired?
My heart is tired.
He does nothing. And it hurts you. But you’re staying. For reasons you also couldn’t unveil. Perhaps you need to think deeper. Dig if need be.
Or just dig. And be buried. That sounds promising.
My brain’s screaming. In silence. Again.
My heart breaks. My mouth is shut.
And even here, doesn’t feel safe.
Oh but there is some things that doesn’t go away.
My soul is tired again.
Sometimes, it just sets in.
Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.
— William C. Hannan