mcbirder

Status: Meagan tho
Joined: April 25, 2013
Last Seen: 1 decade
user id: 358359
Gender: F
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Quotes by mcbirder

"just tired"
she muttered

but you could tell
it was not just a lack
of sleep

but a lack of hope
and happiness

that made her
act the way she did



         (h.m.)
I am not deppressed. 
I can still smile at pretty things.
And laugh when jokes are funny.
I can still talk to people.
And enjoy nice days.

 
But when I go inside,
When I am alone, 
There is something broken.
And I fall into a sadness so sweet
That it engulfs me. 
I look in the mirror.
And I don't like what I see.
And the tears always fall
When I'm falling asleep.
And I miss something,
That doesn't exist.

 
I am not depressed.
I've just been sad for a while.
But I can still find the light.
I can still smile.

 
This is for the ones 

Who cried themselves to sleep

Who cut

Who starved themselves

Who puked

Who felt ugly

Who felt alone

And for the ones who died.




 
  I poured
    everything I had 
        into you 
            and you 
                were still empty.









I'm not the only kid who grew up this way,
surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about sticks and stones,
as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called.
And we got called them all,
so we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us,
that we’d be lonely forever,
that we’d never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in their tool shed.
So broken heart strings bled the blues as we tried to empty ourselves,
so we would feel nothing.
Don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone,
that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away,
that there’s no way for it to metastasize.





 


 
He tried to kill himself in grade ten,
when a kid who still had his mom and dad,
had the audacity to tell him “get over it” ,
as if depression is something that can be remedied by any of the contents found in a first aid kit.




Don't  yocrfothe lost,
SMILE     FOR    THE     LIVING,
gewhayoneeangive what you're given,
    Life     is     for     the     living,
>>>>>>>> slivit,  
oyou're betteofdead.

 





 

And I promise,
That every single night,
Before the darkness
Swallows this already
Blackened world,
I'll tell you how
Beautiful you are to me.
I'll tell you how
I love you.


ec.


Depression isn't always
that girl that's crying
in the bathroom
or the boy that  is always
wearing long sleaves.
It isn't always suicide notes
and pill bottles.
Sometimes,
its all smiles
and good grades.
Sometimes it's the boy
that's always helpful
and the girl that you always
borrow things from.

Depression isn't always
that easy to notice.

(k.b.g.)

 

she claimed to be an artist

it wasn't until two weeks later
I found her
lying on the bathroom floor
crimson red carvings on her canvas

a.t.