[watchthemshow]

I’ve been trying to stop again.

But I wanted to know if someone else understands.

I want to cut myself deep in several consecutive lines between the span of 1-3 days just so when they heal they will be big scars that mean something.

When I tell people that are close to me in the future about it, I don’t want them to look at a leg with a bunch of medium and small scars with one big scar and then the rest invisible due to time.

I want them to stay dark and visible.

I want them to know I was in pain and I am in pain.

I can’t handle the thought of telling someone I hurt myself and then showing them just for them to tell me it wasn’t that bad and have them write off my problems.

If I can’t matter in any other way this is how I have to do it.

I need to matter.

Please God let me matter.

[whykeeptryingduh]

They only want you when you 🌌sh🌌 but when you actually 🪦sh🪦 you're no fun

[blurrade]

[mechabunni-deactivated20230507]

[disorderedeatinng]

i swear it’s so invalidating when you genuinely cant cut deep, then your left with hundreds of baby cuts and run out of space on your wrist or thigh.

[justagirlbeingsilly]

TW: VENT / SH

I say I'm clean, but I 'unintentionaly' cut myself while shaving.

I say I'm clean, but I keep scratching my not completely healed cuts until they reopen.

I say I'm clean, but I make myself fall in the stairs.

I say I'm clean, but I keep playing with my fingers till they are sore/ till they bleed.

I say I'm clean, but I still pull the blade out to stop my mind from racing.

Dont believe everything that I say.

[1m-totally-fine]

it’s not deep enough until i think “shit what have i done?”

[need-something]

I graduated today, who the fuck would have thought i would make it that long

[need-something]

Today is just me my razor, book and wine

[deadbyinsidee]

[valentina-poem]

[sadallthedamntime-blog]

[depression-took-over-my-liiife]

[depression-took-over-my-liiife]

[need-something]

Don't believe in being fine anymore

[n-inna-n]

Czasami zażartuję wcale tego nie robiąc. Powiem coś, co nie powinno wyjść spod skorupy, pod którą ukrywam swoje prawdziwe ja. - To taki ostatni krzyk tej części mnie, która chce żyć i szuka ratunku. Ale nikt tego nie zauważa. I tak sobie myślę, czy ludzie są aż tacy głupi, czy udają, że nic nie widzą, bo nie wiedzieliby jak zareagować?

[dziurywniebie]

Ze smutkiem to jest jakoś tak dziwnie, że uzależnia. Widzisz wszystko w kompletnie inny sposób i już ciężko jest wrócić do tego co było.