cluttered walls
My bf told me he wasn’t afraid that I would end my life. This hit me so hard bcs it feels like he (or anybody for that matter) cares if I live or die.
Why am I still here? Why do I wake up every day? Literally for no fucking reason.
Everything I do is wrong. I hate myself and how I act. I am not a good girlfriend, friend, daughter or person.
How can I help other people as a social worker if I can’t help myself?
Radical posters seen in Sydney
I don’t ever know, how to hold the weight of my soul.
When letting go.
But I’m falling in my own illusion,
I don’t know my way back.
~Tongue Tied, Beta Radio.
“Thoughts cut my skin just as deep as my blades”
“No empathy will grace the wounded souls”— Deadspace - World of Pain
https://deadspacecollective.bandcamp.com/track/world-of-pain-ft-kjiel
“Give my family love I would watch from above But I fear there is nothing but sleep.”— Keaton Henson, If I’m to Die
You want to know when I knew I was too far gone?
When I looked at my heart and whispered:
“Make me feel again.”
If only there is one single day where I don’t wanna die.