suicidethoughts

Status: I'm a dancer with shattered dreams and a withered heart. -Eliza
Joined: October 5, 2012
Last Seen: 1 decade
Birthday: March 16
user id: 333316
Gender: F
I dont eat, i cut, i cry, i have dreamless sleeps...

But at the end of the day,

i know i can always
DANCE.

Quotes by suicidethoughts

One of the worst feelings in the world is loneliness. Sitting in the dark by yourself in the wee hours of the night gently crying. Nobody knows what's going on with you. How could anybody realize what's happening? Everybody you know is resting peacefully in their bed awaiting the new day tomorrow. But for you, there's no difference in the days. They pass monotonously. And before you know it, it's all gone.

Do you ever get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody? You don't want to smile and you don't want to fake being happy. But at the same time you don't know exactly what's wrong either. There isn't a way to explain it to someone who doesn't already understand. If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting and being along never was. At least when you're alone no one will constantly ask you what is wrong and there isn't anyone who won't take 'I don't know' for an answer. You feel the way you do just because. You hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait.
I can't deal with this!
I'm not strong enough.
and I'm tired of pretending that I am.
A Story I Wrote:
The rain fell in a hushed melody, collecting on the fragile daisies eventually weighing them down. A girl lay under the old willows entwined braches, body enclosed by the daisies she once admired. Her body was limp and relaxed as if she were merely dreaming. Her blood stained lips were dry and cracked- sealed shut never to reveal what happened earlier that morning. Her eyes remain open, cold as stone, but looked peaceful in a way one could not muster. At first glance you may presume she was resting before the long walk back to the village; but that is why it took so long to find her. For she was long gone drifting among the clouds in a whimsical land some call heaven.
Just like every body else,
you'll get bored of me
annoyed by me,
hate me,
stop talking to me,
leave me.
Eventually.
It's a funny feeling, really.
Realizing that you don't matter to someone. Realizing that, after all this time, they couldn't care less of your well being. They having better things to do than to worry about the likes of you. Realizing that nothing you said to them, those nights you worried about them, none of that really matters. Then you start to think, see everything that you already knew was wrong with you. Too clingy, too whiny, annoying, pathetic, weak; it's all just reassured in your mind that all of that is true. I guess, it's not so funny after all.
My
happiness
is slowly
fading
Dont fall into the trap of thinking everything is "ok" when you know it isnt.
Its hard to answer the question

"whats wrong"
when nothings right.
Im tired of trying,
sick of
crying,
I know i've been
smiling,
but on the inside im
dying.