Your home for depressing shit

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i get sad sometimes because i’ve been cutting for so long and i’m so good at it that people don’t know unless i tell them but i sometimes just want someone to see them and say “oh love…”

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ha i’m suicidal again!

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i’m sad again :)

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i think i’m going to kill myself.

[whosaidyestome]

Take it with a grain

Of salt or pepper or dill

Whichever one fits

[whosaidyestome]

Do you not think when

Roses bloom we should care to

Watch them and rejoice?

[whosaidyestome]

And it’s nights like this where I sit up

and scroll through tumblr

where I wish for a blade

to be in my hand

but at the same time

I’m scared

you won’t love me anymore

but then again

it’s been a long time since I’ve done this

wanting to hurt myself so badly

not thinking about anything else

except maybe you

because I love you

and I would never hurt you

only myself

[whosaidyestome]

I shared something with you

That meant a lot to me

But then you turned around and say what you always say

Because you believe I’m useless

Because I didn’t fall for your little game

I’m independent of you now

So your opinion doesn’t matter

I wrote everything

And shared it with the people who mean something to me

But according to you I think nothing matters

I matter

Don’t I

Don’t I

Maybe not

Maybe you’re right

Maybe everyone else is right

And I’m alone

And no one cares

So does it really matter if I cut tonight

I’m going with no

[whosaidyestome]

You’re talking

I hear you chatter

about some matter

But my mind is walking

Toward some other thing

That wouldn’t flatter

You’re simple world

Where I bought you a ring

That would’ve meant forever

[whosaidyestome]

It’s hard not wanting to be alive

Especially when you have everything to live for

It’s hard not to wonder

When you accidentally drank remnants of acetone

If it’ll corrode your organs and you’ll be history

And sometimes it’s hard not to wish for that

To be gone

It’s hard not to think about how sweet death is

And how much you want it here and now

[whosaidyestome]

kinda feeling a razor blade and some vodka right now

[whosaidyestome]

i can’t do this anymore. please help me. please.

[whosaidyestome]

just fucking kill me already

[whosaidyestome]

i don’t want to be here anymore

[whosaidyestome]

i swear to god the second i get home i’m going to off myself

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i’m so tired of existing

[whosaidyestome]

why is it when someone tells me they love me

i can’t trust them

how fucked up and broken am i

that i can’t trust those three simple words

i don’t think i’ll ever believe them

and part of me wishes i never will

but then some of me does