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I can't tell you how many nights I wished my world would end. I can't count how many times I thought about taking my own life with not even a letter to send. I can't tell you that there's still a vacancy in my heart and an emptiness in my soul, where they took pieces of me I couldn't replace. I can't tell you life was easy and the world is kind, because people can be cruel and it's not always such a great place. I can't tell you that there were many years that I lost myself. I can't tell you that when things got bad, I never asked for help. I can't tell you even today, that I am fully healed. I can't tell you that I'm not okay, my lips are sealed. I can tell you that no matter how much I wished, my wishes never came true. I can tell you that each time I tried to take my life, my body always fought through. I can tell you that the vacancy is filled sometimes, and the empitness lingers in the quiet of my soul on the good days. I can tell you that when people are kind, I always hope they'll stay. I can tell you that after losing my mind, I somehow found my back. I can tell you that although I'm not fully healed, I've made it through with just a few cracks. I can tell you that I fake it as best I can without ever letting go. I can tell you I am holding on, but it's getting harder and I know it shows.
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Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
Everything I couldn't say
I can't tell you how many nights I wished my world would end. I can't count how many times I thought about taking my own life with not even a letter to send. I can't tell you that there's still a vacancy in my heart and an emptiness in my soul, where they took pieces of me I couldn't replace. I can't tell you life was easy and the world is kind, because people can be cruel and it's not always such a great place. I can't tell you that there were many years that I lost myself. I can't tell you that when things got bad, I never asked for help. I can't tell you even today, that I am fully healed. I can't tell you that I'm not okay, my lips are sealed. I can tell you that no matter how much I wished, my wishes never came true. I can tell you that each time I tried to take my life, my body always fought through. I can tell you that the vacancy is filled sometimes, and the empitness lingers in the quiet of my soul on the good days. I can tell you that when people are kind, I always hope they'll stay. I can tell you that after losing my mind, I somehow found my back. I can tell you that although I'm not fully healed, I've made it through with just a few cracks. I can tell you that I fake it as best I can without ever letting go. I can tell you I am holding on, but it's getting harder and I know it shows.
#depression#mentalillness#sad#sadness#heartbreak#lonely#empty
Thingsillneversay
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Thingsillneversay
27/F/Ontario, Canada
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
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