Someone from Salisbury, Maryland, US posted a whisper, which reads "You know those nights where you lay in your bed and you have your hand on your mouth so you don't make a sound as tears stream down you face and you can feel your heart just breaking"
It isn't fair when you know a simple thought from them could rearrange you. All that remains is the hope that somewhere along the way you discarded a stronger more vivacious version of yourself. A fragment to be called upon when you have nothing left.
people depressed depression sad suicidal suicide broken leave self harm cut cutting self-harm scars depressing ALL THE TIME enough selfharm you left at the end of the day people leave I Don't Like depending on people all you have is yourself
This is sad but true. Nobody really knows the real me. My deepest secrets, my darkest thoughts, my wildest dreams. And I am fine with that. I am a complex person and I don't expect people to understand me.