In everyday life, a quiet melancholy dwells,

As happiness departs, its story it tells.

The laughter that once filled these vibrant halls,

Now echoes faintly through these empty walls.

Each morning sun rises with a muted glow,

Gone are the days of joy, and now they go.

Amidst the daily grind, we yearn to find,

The lost happiness, left far behind.

But in this melancholy, there's a beauty too,

A depth of emotion, a different view.

For in the loss, we learn what's truly dear,

And find new happiness in the midst of tears.

Why is everything so heavy? 😖

Will it ever get better?

At the end of the day, it's still you alone with your blades while the people who hurt you so much live peacefully

And you're here, on this fucking app, trying to find comfort in people at least as destroyed as you are

how unfair is that ?

“Parents aren’t supposed to bury their kids “

I tell myself

But then parents aren’t supposed to do a lot of things to their children

So I guess it won’t matter if they did this one more thing

In a sick way, I like being this way. I take pride in how fucked up my mind is and how much I hurt myself, whether it be from a blade or indirect self-sabotage.

I feel so disgusting rn I want to peel off every inch of skin on me till this sensation stops

THE ROT CONSUMES

the kiss 💫

Gray skies above sigh,

Routine whispers, shadows play,

Melancholy day.

Yall ever feel like you’re better off dead?

Like everyone just gives you the vibe that you’re bothering them so you feel like leaving?

Nobody ever talks about how selfless it is to choose, over and over again, to not commit suicide. Nobody ever acknowledges the tremendous sacrifice suicidal people make every time we choose not to kill ourselves. When a person who is suffering so horribly that death seems like their best option decides not to take their one way out, and to instead remain in hell, day after day, month after month, year after year, because they don't want to hurt the people they love, they are doing something extraordinary. Not killing yourself when it's all you want to do is the purest act of love I can imagine. Dying for someone is easy - you don't have to deal with any of the consequences, you have your moment of nobility and then it's all over. But living for someone, when the simple fact of consciousness is literal torture for you? Every single suicidal person who ever made a choice to not kill themselves in a moment of misery is a goddamn hero in my eyes. Wanting to die and still surviving is an act of titanic courage and self-sacrifice. We deserve more credit for it.

i'm like a rotten corpse hiding behind pretty clothes and pretty face, but if they saw my mutilated skin under my jeans, would these big pigs still want me ?

I am losing sight of reasons to not kill my self

klaus hargreeves hearing three (3) symptoms of a disorder from a child that he just met and coming to the conclusion that he definitely has it is a mentally ill mood

TW:SH🎀

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