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All lives end, all hearts are broken
Lately, I feel as if Iām really nothing on anyoneās mind, like I really donāt mean anything to their life. Iām simply existing, in what is to me, a very empty world.
Plenty of pills, hereās to not waking up in the morning!!
The last decade was pretty much a disaster. I did 2 things, that were positive actions for myself, the rest was negative and harmful, or out of my control. My goal for this year is to stop self harming.
Have you ever felt like the person looking at you, is actually looking thru you?
Everyone says nobody should spend Christmas alone, yet here I sit, just like every year. Alone. Everybody thinks about the loved ones they are with, or miss a loved one that should be there, but who thinks about the one who is always alone, with no one to care.
Hole in my heart
I gave big part of my heart to a girl named Silvia. She lives in a different country than I do, yet we were the best of friends. I loved her like my own sister, she was my family. She has taken that piece of my heart, and thrown it away many times. Always finds a way to hurt me not love me. I keep looking for that piece missing from my heart. When she comes back, Iām too weak to say no. But it starts all over again. Sometimes, I wish I could just ask for that piece back, but Iām afraid my heart will never be whole, will always be broken, right where she used to sit.
I donāt know how to love myself
I donāt know how to love myself Depression, pain, and fear Are the only way I know Iām alive
I donāt know how to love myself I understand how much it can offend someone If I try to force my thoughts, feelings, and desires On them, but I do it anyway Even though I knew the time wasnāt right Or they were not ready for it, or even know How to help me
I donāt know how to love myself I crave a different life, or to lose this one I see everything around me None of it able to grow
I donāt know how to love myself I know that any circumstance Any place, or time, I know that something Is still wrong with me
I donāt know how to love myself I donāt give myself time I donāt plan projects or plan For the future I donāt have one
I donāt know how to love myself I canāt create happiness, or feel joy Things I used to do, that used to bring me cheer Iāve thrown so far away, I canāt get them back.
I donāt know how to love myself I hide from stuff that is good for my health People, activities, movement And run to the stuff that is not, Toxic relationships, isolation, over sleeping
I donāt know how to love myself I canāt do much right, Too often I find myself in the wrong, I donāt know what positive means I only know negative Everything in my life is black or white, No one could ever mistake me for having an ego
I donāt know how to love myself I have no future, Only a past A past that haunts me every day
I donāt know how to love myself, I fear too much, People, change, hurting, overwhelmingness, I fear life
Iām trying really hard to hang on, but itās all going to tumble down on top of me soon.
Why is it the stuff you canāt forgive your self for, you canāt forget, but then you forget the good things youād like to remember.?
Why is there such a fine line between
Discourse and the need to end your life?
#trsppedinside. # Depression #Borderlinepersonalitydisorder #suicidal. #suicidesurvivor
Suicide isnāt just about dying.....
Itās relieving years of pain, fear, exhaustion, and self harm. Itās doing something to make you feel better
Is it bad that I find it beautiful, when I hear of someone that committed suicide? And at the same time, wish I could have been there with them to let them know, and feel their pain and understand that they feel no other way out. #RIP Linda, #suicide jealousy #what is heaven really like?
I guess itās a good thing people donāt get tear stains like dogs do. Something to be grateful for. #uglyenough #alliknowisnegative #ihaveahardtimefindingthingstobegratefulfor
There are only two places that I really feel comfortable, and they are contradictory to each other:
My bed cutting or doing self harm or with a bottle of pills, the other is sitting in my psychologistās office.