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We’re all mad here…
I feel like I don’t have the right to be depressed… When so many people have it worse…
I love the rain… Cause I’m no longer crying alone…
I was so scared, Of someone breaking me… I eventually broke myself…
The things that make you wish You were dead, are far worse Than death itself.. -K.M
We’re all just ticking time bombs, Just waiting to explode and disappear. - D.G
Depression
Depression isn’t always the girl Crying in the bathroom. Or the boy that is always Wearing long sleeves. It isn’t always suicide notes And pill bottles. Sometimes it’s all just smiles, And good grades. Sometimes it’s the boy That’s always helpful, And the girl you always Borrow things from.
Depression isn’t always that easy to notice. -K.B.G
At 4 AM I lay in bed, Listening to my favorite band, Thinking of all the things I’ve done wrong, At 5 AM I think of all who’ve left, I blame myself for them leaving, Suddenly I start crying, I’m not as strong as I once was…
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(Original by K.G, rephrased by me.)
When we break our arm, Everyone runs forward to sign the cast. But when we say we have depression, Everyone runs the other way…
How could I be so lost, In a place I know so well? How can I be so broken, If this isn’t hell¿..
Our brains are sick but that’s okay, Since our grades matter more Than our health anyways…
Slit Our Wrists and Send Us to Heaven.
Valentine’s Day (Marilyn Manson)
Oh, brain, you traitor.
Juansen Dizon // Currently Listening To: Where Is My Mind? by Telepathic Teddy Bear (via juansendizon)
If brokenness is a form of art, this is a masterpiece
(via holly2010mrshoran)
Title: Self Hate.
Standing in the bathroom bleeding in the sink She starts to run the water to wash away the crimson splatters in the sink to wash away the evidence of a crime of self hate ~IzakDavid