Scraped Ribs and Broken Knees

I am 17 years old. I am trying to recover from self harm as well as a few traumas I have been through. I am willing to talk to anyone about anything. I am here for you, no matter what. ♡ Quote of the month: ""It is pointed out, regulary and endlessly, that the word "monster" shares roots with "monstrum", "monstare", "monere"-- "that which teaches", "to show", "to warn". ~China Mieville ♡

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cracks/pg23 whiskey words & a shovel/r.h. sin

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I wanna cut so freaking fucking bad! But I don’t wanna disappoint anyone.

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I wanna cut so freaking fucking bad! But I don’t wanna disappoint anyone.

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You don’t drown by falling in the water; you drown by staying there.

Edwin Louis Cole (via thegoodvybe)

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it’s so hard to ask for help when you don’t want to get better. it’s so hard to recover when you can’t even remember the times when you were a different color. 

because, you see, i used to be white.

i used to shine like bright, radiant light. i used to be happy, an irreplaceable one, but now my colors are fading and i can’t quite remember 

a time where i wanted to get better.

and when i met you i was grey, and for a moment i might have seemed clean to you, like your white light again. but my colors were fading and they only fade faster with every passing tear that rolled down my cheek. and my colors are fading, but they only fade faster, and i can’t quite remember the last time i wished to get better.

i hear a lot of people say don’t paint me in black when i used to be golden, but i can’t stop the layers of paint from clouding up my thoughts. you watched me bleed and, yes, for a moment, i may have been bright, but now my colors are finding and i only wish they’d fade faster.

i guess i’m gone now, a lonely soul, darker than ever. who knows if i reached that desirable ebony, who knows if i can ever be pearl again,

but my colors will only continue to fade out and i still don’t seem to want to get better.

it’s so hard to ask for help when you don’t want to get better. so my colors are fading and i’ll let them now,

you can watch me bleed.