Why Wouldn’t They Be?

Is there really any meaning

to this thing we call living?

Last night was one of the worst. I just couldn’t stop crying cuz somebody close to me almost died. Thankfully everything turned out fine in the end but it really took a toll on me. I couldn’t sleep so I tried reading a book but that just made me cry more. Life is hard innit </3

“Put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brain”

BMTH // Aligator Blood

you broke me

you killed the child that I was

you caused permanent psychological damage

you broke me

just to get off? are you proud of yourself?

you always did like seeing me cry

“Teach me how to feel this skin without wanting to tear it from my bones.”

- Skin and Bones

Me: *cuts myself at every minor inconvenience*

Me when the smallest cigarette ash burns me: BRO WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

This

I envy the hero’s who weren’t a coward and took their own life. I hope to make that list one day… 

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Some from last night and this morning. I have so much anger and sadness when he ignores me, blocks me, or puts me on dnd. I’ve went to his house when he does that but I’m trying to save myself. I don’t know where to put my suicidal/homicidal feelings. I’m prescribed my panic attack pills but it knocks me out so I can’t take it in the day. This has been the most beneficial since I started yet again. I’m hoping one day it’s deep enough

What the actual fuck. It's fine man. They don't know your story so please don't take it to heart.

Why man

Some kids saw my cuts on my wrist and started making jokes that made me for sad and uncomfortable. This happened on Monday.