Why haven’t you killed yourself yet?

Reblog if you would end your life in a heart beat if it didn’t affect anyone negatively

EVERYONE WOULD BE BETTER OFF IF I WAS DEAD. SO LET ME KILL MYSELF. PLEASE

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But when do things start to get easier?

Catch me going through every self harm and suicide tag to lift people up and offer someone for them to talk to, because in 2019 I am not standing by anymore.

And don’t think I won’t find you I will.

Help!…

So I’m staying at my boyfriends place for the weekend… (Friday to Sunday)

And he’s said he wants to go on cute dates and make me dinner…

How do I hide my ED from him now?!

I don’t exactly want to eat some, tell him I’m full and then got to the bathroom to throw up?! Like he has an on sweet in his dorm room?! ‍♀️

In dire need of help and advice please?!

A smile can be a lie,
You see my smile and assume my happiness,
No one thinks to look beyond the surface,
My smile hides the pain I hold.

Smiling is tiring,
But even still less exhausting then explaining,
The truth is dark,
I smile to hide the truth people deny. 

Your smile doesn’t hurt anyone,
You wonder why people never ask,
No one thinks anything is wrong,
It’s only because you have a glowing smile.

The weight pulls on your face,
Your smile wavers,
You have no more energy,
Your smile fades.

Your eyes are glazed over,
There is no longer a smile across your face,
Your pain is too much,
You give up,
You rest still,
Never to smile again

Some nights are harder than others.

Tonight is one of those nights.

I’m so sick of being told that “I’m okay” and “I just need to be happy.”

No, I’m not okay. I can’t just be happy. Depression isn’t a fucking decision. Don’t act is if I’m choosing to live like this.
It’s not okay that I wake up and cry because I don’t want to face the day.
It’s not okay that I panic every time my teachers call on me.
It’s not okay that I fall asleep every night with tears on my cheeks.
It’s not okay that I haven’t showered in a week because I can’t bring myself to get out of fucking bed.
It’s not okay that I don’t eat anymore.
It’s not okay that something as simple as clearing my throat makes me want to cry in the middle of class.
It’s not okay that my thoughts revolve around a blade separating my skin every day.
It’s not okay that I feel so fucking empty all the time.
It’s not okay that I question every single thing I do.
It’s not okay that I spend the entire day thinking about how much I hate myself.

Depression is not okay. It’s not a choice. Depression affects every aspect of my life. It is this unbearable emptiness all the fucking time. Stop invalidating my depression.

Depression is not a choice.
Depression is not a choice.

Depression is not a fucking choice.