Just another girl without a sharper knife...

She/Her I have depression, anxiety, and I self-harm. If you are easily triggered, please do not scroll down. I just need a place where I can express what I am feeling. My ask is always open if you want to talk.

[hearts-n-wrists]

"I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me..."

{My edit ♡}

[diphyllia-grayi]

Just because I smile for you doesn't mean that I wasn't thinking about cutting my wrists open at the same time.

[poems-and-words]

[poems-and-words]

Book of the day: Humans of New York by Brandon Stanton

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[poems-and-words]

[poems-and-words]

Book of the day: Humans of New York by Brandon Stanton

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[imwritingpoems-deactivated20200]

1. I took a walk the other night and it was so cold I couldn’t move my fingers. I stayed out much longer than I should have, because it was better to be cold than to be sad. 2. I cut and dyed my hair, even got a piercing because I so badly didn’t want to be myself anymore. I’m trying to let go of that fragile girl I used to be, I never really liked her. 3. I tried to wash all the pain away but I just ended up lying down on the shower floor wanting to die. 4. I swallowed a handful of pills. I don’t know what I was thinking. That’s a lie, I knew exactly what I was thinking. I didn’t want to be sad anymore. 5. Sometimes I look through your pictures and this smile arranges itself on my face. But then I feel the massive empty space that you’re supposed to take up and the smile diminishes. 6. I play my favorite song and then I realize that your memory has stained it, and I can’t listen to it without crying. 7. I tried to love someone else. It didn’t really work out because while her laugh was lovely, yours caused earthquakes.

M.O.W, 7 ways I tried to eliminate my sadness (via imwritingpoems)

[spiritless-teenanger-deactivate]

Being asked if I’m happy is one of the hardest questions someone can ask.. like I have a few friends that I laugh with and tell jokes, we hang out and have a good time and it seems that I’m fine. Then at 3 am I’m holding a blade to my wrist while holding a handful of pills crying my heart out. My mind repeatedly telling me that everyone hates me and I’m better off dead.

spiritless-teenanger (via spiritless-teenanger)

[optimistic-people]

[melancholystreet]

And suddenly sleeping pills were the only way I found to stop tears and nightmares from hunting me at night.

Thoughts of a Messy Heart (MelancholyStreet)

[depression-confessions-on]

Send your confessions to my ask here

[forget-life]

Yes.

[menhe-rafflesia]

[purple-sailor]

:)

[blxckvision]

[fleshstaystogether]

[anxietycutting]

💤💤

[isabellaunicorncat-deactivated2]

“Begging God to rid my head of every word you’ve ever spoken.”

[sadnessdrugsandsuicide]