do suicidal thoughts ever actually go away? ‍♀️

when you get sent to hospital so you sit there in silence because you don’t know what the fuck your suppose to say-

might sell my life on the black market seeing as i can’t look after it myself lmaoooo

someone tell me what happens when you take anti depressants for the first time please.

putting my grades up for adoption because i cannot seem to raise them myself

USE MY DEATH FOR CLOUT, I DONT GIVE A FUCK. MY SUICIDE WILL SOON END ME WHEN MY FUCKING OVERDOSES START TO FUCKING WORK BRO. LIKE STOP FUCKING SAVING ME PLEASE AND THANKS.

crying isn’t. a. fucking. vibe.

GO LISTEN TO NF HE SPEAKS THE TRUTH SORRY NOT SORRYY. “sometimes i wanna disappear like i just don’t exist find a time machine to take me back when i was 6” - nate by nf

what the fuck is my life. someone come fucking kill me. thanks.

crying in the shower? never heard of it. lmaoo

Amikor azt mondom neked, hogy meg akarok halni,azt nem ezért mondom mert olyan szituációban vagyok ami felidegesít. Nem, én tényleg gondolkosom rajta, hogyan öljem meg magam…

Is there anyone else who feels not happy, but not that depressed either? Like you’re just trapped in the middle?

Broken thoughts

I am so incredibly close to overdosing right now, my mom keeps stressing me about my future and tells me that I am the worst person to exist and I can’t do this much longer.

I have strong painkillers downstairs and could take all of them and it’d be over.

It’s the n word pass but like for sucide jokes for me

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my anxiety is eating me alive from the inside out

Schon so oft gestorben und immer noch am Leben

Kann nicht einschlafen und nicht durchschlafen. Der Gedanke daran einfach zu verschwinden ist so groß, die Sehnsucht nach Suizid ist groß.

Wie würden die anderen wohl über mich denken, wenn ich gehen würde?

Ich kann nicht mehr und ich will auch nicht mehr.

“All the blood escaping me won’t end the pain,

And I’ll be haunting all the lives that cared for me…

I died to be the white ghost

Of the man that I was meant to be.”

-Ghost, Badflower

Sometimes it gets bad without you even realising until it’s too late…

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just ordered a box of razors <3

Does anyone sometimes cut to prove to themselves that your emotions are valid because you’ve been invalidated your whole life? Cause same.

Omg my friend sent me a message and it sounded kind of like a goodbye message so, obviously I freaked out and kept texting her making sure she was ok and, it ended up being a misunderstanding but we talked for like 10 minutes about how much we needed each other and, we both promised not to ever do that and I cannot stop crying I’m just realizing how much she needs me and we need each other so, I have a reason to stay now I guess

Oh you have a nice car? Run me over with it <333

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It’s getting worse day by day.

I’m staring to feel the need of cuts, craving the sight of my own blood as a punishment. The things that helped me before, are not working anymore.

I often catch myself degrading my whole being, like as I am an outsider. The memories he made me suffer through are not fading at all, as the doctor has said they will.

Everything is useless. I’m staring to think If It’s worth staying alive or not at all. This is not the usual kind of post, this is much longer and deeper this time.

I’m counting the days I should stay alive but my pen is getting useless day by day. My body feels like It’s rotting with every breath I take and every movement gets me closer to the edge.

His hands made wounds that will never heal, but get nastier and nastier everytime I see them. I wish I never wore a skirt. Especially not that day.

I’m begging for the world to end me in any way. Give me the sweet release of this lie, this false reality. I don’t want to live like this no more.

I’m waiting for the lovely day of my death, the freedom from this suffering. Heaven or Hell doesn’t exist. Hell surely don’t. There’s no worse place than Earth itself.

The sour taste the pills, lefr on my tounge never faided since that day.

I wish I never decided to look that way.

I wish I never decided to go out that day.

I wish He didn’t call me sweetheart.

I wish He died.