It hurts to be abandoned again and again. I wish I could be the kind of person that would make people stay.
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@cosmicdesolation
It hurts to be abandoned again and again. I wish I could be the kind of person that would make people stay.
The thing is once you start thinking about killing yourself you can never go back. It becomes this option, that you can't unsee or stop thinking off. Whenever things get tough again it comes back to haunt you. There'll always be this voice whispering 'wouldn't it all be easier if you died' and you can never get rid of it
For me lonely isn't not having people around me but its not having anyone to open up about how deeply i'm affected by small things.
I don’t reach out often,
Years of depression has silenced me,
A weight only I wish to bear,
So please know if I gently reach out,
Fingers grasping around soft sounding words,
Asking for company,
Know that I’m often one moment away from collapsing back into my hole
Filled with serrated edges, well prepared knots and tear stained ink pages.
“You never realize how much someone means to you, until you mean nothing to them.”
— William Chapaman
“Sometimes we need someone to simply be there, not to fix anything or do anything in particular. But just to let us feel we are supported and cared about.”
— Unknown (via resqectable)
“Sometimes I miss having someone to talk to.”
"I don't belong here. I am tired, I would like to rest. My soul escaped my body long ago, and by some awful miracle I wake up after every slumber and it just isn't fair. I would like to go now, to a place I feel I belong. I would like to leave here now."
There are days I cannot be strong. Nights I rather drown in tear stained sheets than wade in the ruin. Sometimes my soul is tired of trying. Sometimes my mind must be messy within itself. I cannot force myself to carry the weight of wreckage when my heart is weak. There are moments it must be laid to rest, that I must be put in place. And that does not mean I am giving up, it does not mean I surrender to the madness. It simply shows I’ve been fighting so hard I need to settle into the chaos. Sometimes I need to sleep with my sorrow, let it surround me until tomorrow.
Isabel Cabrera
I'm just so tired of being here
(These are my poems, my dms and ask are always open)
Suicide sits on my mind often,
Perched on the bench alongside my hopes and dreams for the future.
A dreadful irony.
Colours dull and darken.
The wound closes with ease
A lattice of wisps of cloud
Bringing the sky back together
All in time for its
Split of blinding tones
In the morrow that comes;
Inevitable.
She will split herself again
And again the clouds will heal her
And again she will bleed,
Grasping at the unknown.
“I just don’t really see what’s so great about life? everyone says that you have to keep fighting and just stay alive, but for what? everything just hurts so fucking much and nothing good ever happens, I don’t see what there is to fight for?”
—
Some people get hurt and broken so much they lose all hope for happiness and love.
-V. J.
Some things break you so fucking bad that you wish the rest of your life wishing you hadn’t survived it. Because death would be better than the pain you have to live with everyday
the truth is, i dont have the guts to kiII myself. i want to walk busy roads and dark alleys in the hopes someone will do it for me