They don’t know what runs through my mind at night
They don’t know how suicidal I am
They don’t know that I almost killed myself
They don’t know the reason why he’s my hero
They don’t know how I have the scars
They don’t know that I’m suffering
They don’t know that I’m already broken into tiny unfixable pieces
They don’t know anything about me
They don’t know about me
They just don’t know
(Source: killjoysareforever)
Writings: It's weird to think the person I am now is the same person who wrote this (only a year ago)
There’s something about a dull knife and a bath that always makes sense when there’s alcohol and depression inside me. Cut, cut, and cut. There’s that pain that makes my back tense! There’s that pain that makes my naked stomach lift rigid out of the water! It hurts, yes, but somehow it feels…
so I bought my mom this cup with a hot dude having coffee because my mom is fun and i thought this might like her.
BUT THEN I SERVE MYSELF COFFEE IN IT AND TURNS OUT THAT WHEN THE CUP GETS HOT
THE DUDE LOSES HIS PANTS AND THAT’S COFFEE AND PORN AND I DONT KNOW WHAT KIND OF SORCERY THIS IS!
(Source: muchbetterthanironpatriot, via her-face-is-lies)
(Source: vabracadabra, via rainbow-dash)
