When I see the boy I love, a thousand feelings come rushing back and they’re enough to send me home crying and wanting to hurt myself, wishing it would all stop.


this is a poem
about a girl
she wanted to die
just kidding
she still wants to die

Emotionally done.

Tears gone.

Depression remaining.

Sadness overwhelming.


Me: I think today will be a good day!
Head: Nope, you're stupid.
Depression: You're so pathetic - why are you alive honestly?
Anxiety: You can't socialize haha
Body: Ew, I feel gross. Hide me.

did you?

did you?


so did I

so did I


You fucked me up, congratulations.


Q
Hey sweetie if you ever need to talk to someone I'm here:)
A

I do in a matter of fact.

I feel like I’m trying so hard. I lost again today. I cut myself until my thighs bled. I felt horrible.

But why feel horrible when death is all I want right now?


I still feel like dying.

I still feel like dying.


No.