We are like the stars, you look at them and think they are so beautiful but maybe they’re already dead and all you see is what they used to be
07.03.19
YOU ARE THE REASON

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We are like the stars, you look at them and think they are so beautiful but maybe they’re already dead and all you see is what they used to be
07.03.19
My entire existence is wrong. I’m way too sensitive. I get too attached. I’m clingy and annoying. All my misery is not because of other people, it’s because of me, because of the way I am. It’s not their problem that I’m all of the above. The problem begins with me and will only end with me
I don’t wanna kill myself
I don’t wanna end this story
I just wish it was never written
so everyday I live like I’m not there
I just watch time fly by as I fade away
I’m a background character in everyone’s life. I’m not important to anyone. I don’t even matter.
It didn't matter how much I tried
In the end I failed you all
But mostly I failed myself
These scars are my documentation of the mistakes I’ve made in trying to overcome them. I am both the things I’ve done to myself and the things done to me. Along these nerve endings, you will find a history of me.
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via wordsnquotes)
When you get so numb that even the feel of the blade on your skin and the blood dripping from your arm can’t satisfy your hunger for feelings, that even the pain as you go deeper into your flesh don’t make you tremble anymore, you know you’ve reached this point where nothing makes sense anymore. There is only this blade, you and this emptiness inside that eats you up from the inside more and more everyday while everything around you collapses on itself from the weight of your sorrow.
My mind
And here I go starting the year with suicidal thoughts