May 2013
2 posts
8 tags
I don’t deserve the air in my lungs.
I don’t deserve the beat in my heart.
I don’t deserve the blood pumping through my veins.
What if I ended it all?
Would anyone mourn?
Probably not.
I have a razor, I know where to find pills, I know where father hides the gun, and I have a rope.
The question is to die now or die slowly from life’s pain.
Okay. Wut. I’ve never had a problem with blood but I’m laying here and the blood is coming out of my arm and I just got really dizzy just of the sight. That’s great.
April 2013
37 posts
unidentified-dysphoria:
betrayed-by-a-band:
katara:
im in a mentally abusive relationship with myself
im also in a physically abusive relationship with myself
no one could ever hurt me as much as i hurt myself
6 tags
Ugh.
Sometimes when I suck in all my disgusting fat, I close my eyes, and stop breathing. Sometimes I wish it would last.
Partially wishing the thinness part would last.
Partially wishing the not-breathing part would last.
amenalcohol:
facebook is bullying me
March 2013
17 posts
Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual,...
This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.
