So I’m not gonna waste my time trying to explain. You will never understand, not until you’ve been through the shit I’ve been through. You won’t understand till you’ve felt the pain I’ve felt.
- cw (via li0nprincess)
(Source : soulleber)
but the reality of it is, someday soon I will not wake up one morning, no one would even know until it was too late
(Source : my-empathetic-sickness)
Do parents realize?
Do they realize how broken their children are?
How depressed we become?
Do the realize how we spend our time in our room?
Do they know that we are having anxiety attacks up there?
Quietly pulling our hair out?
Slitting our wrists?
Do they realize that we cry ourselves to sleep at night?
Do they know how badly we don’t want to be alive?
Nobody notices that its getting worse every day, and I’m getting closer and closer to the end..
Another shot to blur the memories,
Another hit to dull the pain,
Cut after Cut to distract my mind,
But just one bullet to end my life.