Broken Mind

Broken but coping xo Instagram: dervla_johnston

[met4lwhore]

yall are pro mental illness until they hallucinate

yall are pro mental illness until they dissociate

yall are pro mental illness until they self-isolate

yall are pro mental illness until they're paranoid

yall are pro mental illness until they split

yall are pro mental illness until it's too Scary for your comparatively neurotypical brain to handle

[worthless-mess]

"Are you ok?" I'm actually tired bro. From the bottom of my heart I'm tired

[bl0w-m3]

[useheelystoescapefeelys]

I’ve been doing good for so long. And now? I’m crumbling again. Harder than ever this time. I’m now realising that no matter what I do in this life , I’m never going to be good enough. Every little thing i do is wrong. To you I’m never going to change. Yet why is it that only you can’t see that I’m not the same person I used to be? You refuse to see the change in me, the good. You try to turn everyone against me. And you’ve succeeded. I have no one now. But now I start to wonder, did I ever even have anyone to begin with? I’ve realised I’m only a throw away friend. The one that’s only there when someone needs something, the one that can be used and abused then forgotten about. But you don’t care do you? Why would I get hurt over this? I mean I am only a bitch towards you in your eyes. What’s the point in trying anymore? That’s the thing. There is no point. I’m done

[useheelystoescapefeelys]

This! THIS! how can I heal when the old me is forever being brought up? How do you expect me to be better , when you dwell on who I once was? My past is my past , not yours. You tell me I’m never going to change and I’ll always be that person I once was , yet you are constantly comparing me to her. How do you expect me to grow and be a better version of myself when you have me drowning in who I once was, my past mistakes, my pain, my heartbreak. Every little thing I do is wrong. Why? Because everything I do, you compare me to my past self. You can’t see me for who I am now, you only see me for who I once was. And it kills me. Yet you just don’t seem to care.

[useheelystoescapefeelys]

[peruvian-princess-deactivated20]

reblog if you dont have a bra on

[useheelystoescapefeelys]

This is something I need to realise myself and learn ngl :/

[useheelystoescapefeelys]

I tell you I want to die.

But the question is do I really?

Is death what I want or do I really want to be saved?

Life is an ongoing torment of an endless cycle of hating myself, missing someone and knowing I’m not good enough.

But how can you save me when I can’t save myself?

To me I can’t be saved, I’m that far gone I’m broken, smashed to pieces unable to be put back together.

But what am I to you?

I hear the names being said, the insecurities pointed out, everything I hate about myself becoming a reality.

Am I a troll? An ogre? Ugly? Fat? A mistake?

You say it to me enough, so that must mean it’s true. I’ll never be good enough, I’ll never be the “perfect girl” or the one people like

Maybe I am better of dead.

But do I want to die? Or do I want to be saved?

That question I fear, I’ll never be able to answer.

[broken-depressed-hearts]

I just realized that I don’t know how to fucking love myself. It’s the saddest thing I’ve ever said.

[useheelystoescapefeelys]

THIS!

[useheelystoescapefeelys]

Not long until I finally explode and breakdown

[useheelystoescapefeelys]

If only I wasn’t as stubborn as I am and would just listen to this

[useheelystoescapefeelys]

Truth man

[useheelystoescapefeelys]

Me to a T

[useheelystoescapefeelys]

Why?

I’ve been doing so good for so long, and now? I’m spiralling out of control. Yet no one notices, not a single soul. I know I need to talk to someone but I can’t. How do I explain to someone what’s going on in my head when I don’t even know what’s going on myself? I know I don’t want to be here, but I don’t want to die, I simply don’t want to exist I want to be invisible, I want to not be noticed. I want to be alone

[gifprincess]

[thegirltobreakthespell]

me everyday at work

[waffleguppies]

same

[whats-to-loose]

As bad as it sounds, I compleatly get why some people commit suicide.