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Depression makes everything take longer. I hate always being late.
It's been a while since I cried myself to sleep but I guess that's where I'm at tonight
Please save me
All I'm good at is pushing people away. How can I expect things to change?
I've never wanted death more than in this very moment.
There's nothing I'm not worthy of.
I do feel very lonely right now.
There are a million stars out there but for a brief moment, your light was all I could see.
Sometimes I wish I had the resurrection stone
People don't cry because they are weak; they cry because they have been strong for too long.
Internally crying; Externally bleeding.
Me:aw people are so nice to me today.
Anxiety: are you sure? Or are they just being sarcastic.
Eating disorder: yeah, they pity you because you're all gross and fat.
Depression: I agree, everybody hates you. You Useless piece of shit.
You don’t understand. How much pain someone must be in to drag a blade across their own skin until they see blood. Or to slam their own fist against their body until they know it will bruise. Or how much someone must hate their own body that they won’t allow themselves to eat. Or they force themselves to vomit every time they do. You don’t understand.
C.H
(Poems of 2017)
Red Isn't As Dangerous As You Make It Out To Be.
. as i drag the blade across my skin, i begin to remember why i missed this. i can breathe again, as the familiar sting pierces my capillaries. the oh so reconisaable colour of the scarlet liquid that pools and drips and puddles. with quivering hands and a shaky breath.
i breathe out pain the same as i take it in.