Belma_

One step too late...

And I never told you I can't take another

Disappointment. ❤


 

Pills


Make me numb

Kill the pain

Heal my scars &

Make me sane 

If someone ever tells you a certain song is important to them you should turn it up and lay on your bed and close your eyes and really listen to it even if its 10 minutes long because at the end you will know that person much better, I think.

If you are actually sh*tty enough to make fun of someone’s social anxiety, or any mental illness in general, or tell them they’re lying and that they are perfectly fine while they sit there shaking and trying not to cry because they don’t know how to handle a situation, I most likely hate you and you should just get the f*ck out.

I don't know
what to do
anymore.
I was finally 
getting better.
Everything's
crashing again
and I don't know
what to do.

Oh faithful, put away the pills

come waste away with

ME. ❤


 

If I died tonight, how many people would care? How many people would cry? How many people would wish they had me back? How many people would regret not being nice to me? How many people would wish they loved me more? How many people would wish they loved me less?

None, because I f*cking suck 

Imagine being stuck in a room with the person you hate more than anything.
They make you feel
worthless... useless... pathetic.
They hurt you again and again.
They try yo kill you but you don't stop them.
That room is your mind.
That person is you.

Note: The cure for asthma is not, “Just breathe!”, and the cure for cancer is not, “Stop growing those cells!” Similarly, the cure for depression is not, “Just be happier!”, and the cure for anxiety is not, “Stop worrying so much!” These are not phases of life for teenagers and the weak-minded - they are serious and chronic medical illnesses.