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When I die

Will you look for me in the sunset

As the light drains from the sky

And the stars creep in

Will you look for me in the sunset

As colors come and go

And time slows

Will you look for me in the sunset

As I watch you grow old

And move on

Will you look for me in the sunset

Because then mabye

I could feel beutiful

How about both 😎

Pfft physical pain? Have you ever tried having bpd

Bathwater

There's somthing about the water

As it slowly fills a bath

Illuminated by only the flashlight on my phone

The way it splashes

And sparkles

It hits differnt

You cant place the feeling

It's strange

And there's somthing about the blood

That runs down my thighs

It mixes with the water

Leaving trails of red till its whisked away

The sting dosent quite hit

For my brain is not here

The hole in my chest

Stole it away

The hole bleeds too

But the blood is not red

You cant see it

But I can feel it

It holds me down when I try to stand

Tells we no as I earn to do

Why do I listen?

It's easy

And its left me no engery

To do anything hard

One day we shall grow wings

One day we shall feel free

The thoughts that drag us down

Rip our skin

And cloud our skys

Won't be able to touch us

We will be above the clouds

In a place that no one's seen

The people who spit in our faces

Prod at our hearts

And watch us sink low

Won't be able to touch us

We will br above the clouds

In a place where no one's been

There no tears shall be shed

Except for ones of relief

And our hearts will open

We cant feel pain in the palace in the sky

Will you hold my hand as we fly?

One day we will grow wings

Wilted Flowers

They’re pretty, but I’m afraid to touch them— I know they’ll crumble the moment I do.

I think they’re beautiful. Beautiful because they don’t last. Beautiful because they’re broken.

And I like shattered glass: the way it reflects anything you shine on it, the way I can see myself in the pieces— not whole, but fragmented.

I know I’ll bleed when I reach to touch it, drip the contents of my heart across smooth faces and edges that seldom forget.

And I like coffee. I drink it with cream to soften the bitterness. But I never add sugar— too much sweetness makes me sick.

It keeps me up when I should be asleep, telling secrets I should’ve kept, dreading the grinds at the bottom of the cup.

But I guess some things aren’t meant to be held for long— they bruise, or cut, or run out the moment you reach out to hold them.

I don’t mind so much.

Because wilted flowers aren’t soft... but they are pretty.

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I feel fake

I love them with all of my hesrt

But my hearts so broken and beaten

Do I even know how to love

I want to scream run

I want to scream hide

I have to protect them from the broken shards of glass i will surely try to throw

Am I selfish for wanting to hold them close

Am I selfish for wanting them to leave when they're my whole world

Am I selfish when I know i help them

But if they knew the truth

They'd be destoryed

I love them so much

Is love holding on or letting go

i’m not getting better anyways so why not get worse

None of this would’ve been an issue if I just killed myself at 16

Sorry for going through every emotion known to man within an hour

It will probably happen again

Please excuse me while I struggle with major depressive disorder, post partum depressive disorder, low support asd, inattentive adhd, bpd, cptsd, multiple anxiety disorders, panic disorder, ocd, gender dysphoria, wanting to kms, cvutting myself, and thinking everything i do is wrong and everyone hates me

But im fine and here for you!!

"Oh my fine!" Yeah please excuse me while I go did through my mother's medicine cabinet to collect pills and stick a pencil sharpener into my leg.

The best thing about life is that it’ll end one day

I so badly want to absolutely cvt all over my arms but I had to go and tell one person and now they check my arms. You wanna help me? Let me freaking cvt

i wasn't meant to live this long and that's why i don't know what to do when i feel this awful

"everything will be alright" yeah maybe after I die

First rule of fight club is please do not yell at me

forced to say “it’s okay!” Instead of throwing a fucking chair at their head

Shut up, I know others have it worse.

I know I’m a horrible person.

I know that I deserve my poisoned mind.

I know that I’m not worth anything.

I know that I deserve everything that’s coming for my life and my throat.

I know that no one will ever want me.

I know that I’m ugly.

I know that I’ll never be loved by a stranger.

I know that I don’t deserve to complain.

I know that I’m privileged.

Goddamnit, I fucking know that I deserve these thoughts, that I deserve to die and, god, I know that I should’ve never been born to begin with.

So shut the fuck up.

How do I stop existing without kms

i want to get my shit together so badly

i also want to just give up

"How do you cope with your disorders?"

I don't.

Friend may I propose: The Wisp Sings

I want someone to love me

To choose me, to risk something for me

God knows no one has tried

Mom walks in: why are you crying?

Me: life's hard

Mom: are you trying to be funny with me? *begins yelling*

Why thank you mother i think im funny as well :p

at this point, sinking back into my depression is like a warm hug. finding comfort in this is sadness is so natural. i know i was meant to feel this.

Pov you went to select mental illness on character creator and accidently clicked select all whoops.

(Not all I guess. Just-- alot.)