i joke about killing myself far too much for someone whos actually tried to kill themself
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Depression
isn’t always a horrible voice inside my head yelling at me to stop living. Sometimes it’s silence.
Complete and utter silence.
Even my heart is silent. I can’t sleep, eat, I can’t even drink a glass of water (which used to be one of my favorite things). My energy is silent. My body is silent. My feelings are silent. My brain is so frozen it can’t even decipher what sent me into this spiral again. Was it the anniversary of someone I loved passing away? Was it some bully’s cruel words? Was it stress?
The only thing that numbs the numbness is stories.
So I keep on making them.
Did someone turn the lights out? Or is it just another dark cloud in my head?
Papa Roach
(via depression-and-u-blog)
(via pathetically-dead)
How could a pain this deepCracked (via xoblxrryfxce)
have no blood to show for it?
I felt ripped by the seams,
and hung out to dry.
How did this pain
have no scar from the hurt?
No visible evidence to show I was broken.
With cracks so deep they were called
canyons.
I’m the best at putting that smile on my face, long as you don’t look at my eyes. Because then you’ll realise maybe it was never real.
