Are the words people say after our actions really the worst thing and our biggest punishment? Is the pain people can give really bigger than the pain we later give to ourselves? Is anything we ever do right enough not to be judged and misunderstood? Everyone has a inner voice. Some confident strong voice that appears when you don't feel like you have any more atoms of strength inside you to speak for you and tolerate your actions? The voice gets quieter with time. When someone says "You're stupid" the first time,you just accept it as a joke. The second time you start an arguement. No one knows how much times later you just start agreeing. Silently saying no but even you don't believe it anymore. Lies. So many lies you start buying them and not recognizing what the actual truth is. No one knows how much days,years or months it takes to tear yourself apart. But when it does happen,people regret every word they thought you would not take seriously. But you tried. And when you let the demons out.. That inner voice is now your worst weapon.

Just because someone looks happy doesn't mean they are because even a white rose has a black shadow.

The voices in my head the fear of losing, the fights to my demons and the monsters inside my head, im trying to escape from my past, but something gets me down time at time, the fears the emotions i can't handle. Nothing gets right, i can't escape iam too weak too slow too much in pain. Why? Why is life so awful? Why isnt there any light in the dark? No end in the tunels of fear and darkness, every time i compleetly break down when the voices shout demons begin to talk and the monsters wake up. I see no way out. Pick up the blades,, do it, you've no way out.

ive the same body the same face and voice but my gohst isn't the same anymore from the inside iam a totaly different person. The monsters inside me picked my body for
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Run run run,,
Tooo slow
We're coming we're going to **** you,
Run run run
Tooo slow, we have you, you can’t escape,youre too weak,
you can't leave we have you,,
Run run run tooo slow again
Cut, lose weight.. ****** **** ur worthless meaningless,
Cut cut
Run run run

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Only your words can make me smile
Like no more reason I could cry when iam with you.

Only your voice can make me strong
Like no more reason to fall down.

You help me see where I belong,


Dear, only you is who I love
When I found you, I stopped to roam
You are the gift that's great to have
With you I'm safe,
I love you a lot, I'll never let you go

self harm is a misguided concept
where people think that if you don't drag a blade across your skin
that you are not in pain
but they believe that if you choose to do so
that you are seeking for attention
whether you are the holder of the blade or the skin beneath it
you are the wrong no matter what the right
but the symptom from depression is not just cutting and leaving scars
it's about destroying your body whether that's your physical being
or the helpless voice inside your mind

You see her lauch
But her eyes are dead
You see her smile
But she isn't here
You see her
But at the same time you don't

You can see her dying
Day by day
Our by our
Minute by minute
Second by second

Caught in her illness
You wish you could give youre life for her.
Someone you always loved someone you always talked to someone who never judged you,
And shes going to leave.
She's going to... d
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i want to die
for lots of reasons
one of which
is to find happiness
because, well
nothing lasts forever
but
death is forever
and i guess
happiness
will be
too

They won't care
until you're hanging from the robe you knotted yourself
they won't care
until you're choking on the handful pills you swallowed
they won't care
until you've put the gun in your mounth and pulled the trigger
they won't care
until you've cut so deep the blood is pouring from your writst
they won't care
until they have to clean up the mess you left behind

nobody cares
until you take your last breath
nobody cares
until you're six feet under

when i was young
someone asked
    "what superpower do you wish for?"
no hesitation -
i replied
     "invisibility"

i grew up realising
it came true