#sas
if you are mentally ill among the mad
or holding it together among the mass
always remember
the
red queen ,
rabbit hole
and
hatter
No
UFO
on
the
golden
gate
bridge
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 8:05 PM UTC
I’m so sick of constantly being rushed, I’m sick of being told I’m doing something wrong, I so ******* done with being threatened to be beaten the **** out of it have my stuff smashed by both ******* parents. Im sick of being told that not wanting to do something is wrong or being made to feel so.
I just don’t get why it’s okay for a parent to tell you that they are going to beat the living **** out of you.
Or “oh you’re cutting yourself because you want attention, but don’t worry if I tell you that everyday you’ll realise that it’s stupid, because Tianna is such a independent, down to earth girl, who really just wants to fit in.”
“Oh yea she was in hospital, she slipped and fell. And had to get stitches, she’s fine now though. I’m totally not lying because I’m disappointed and very embarrassed that my daughter turned out to be a disgusting, lazy, attention seeker.”
“Oh how’s Tianna? She’s great she has her faults more than not but she’s honestly great to have around lie and I used to trust her so so much”
“I’ve thought about kicking you out, again. But, that would look bad on ME. Don’t you know how much I ******* hate you sometimes. Like, I look at you and have no love for you. ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME.
You’re behaviour reflects on ME. And those scars make ME feel sick.”
Oh cause don’t worry mummy you don’t need to worry about me anymore because you can’t worry about someone who doesn’t worry about themselves.
I’m just so done with acting like nothing is wrong.
Or actually being scared when someone says they have a problem, but not the scared scared. Like the scared of how you’re gonna punish yourself this time
Feeling the need to say sorry 100 times and assure them that you care deeply about them 200 times
I’m so sick of feeling like EVERYONE has a problem. When really it’s me who has a ‘problem’
Don’t take this the wrong way but that’s one thing about love. When you are so deeply in love with a person their hurt falls on you too. Their anger angers you. Then arguments. Both of you are ****** up and broken. But you love eachother so much that you just keep on relying on one another to climb up the wall then pull you up too
But that’s the thing both of you are too ******* weak to do that
So it’s a cycle of getting down, climbing up, failing at pulling up the other one, getting down, then switch
Self harm is self harm. Excessively or not it’s still stupid. Temporary pain even the smartest people know won’t help in the long run
But we all repeat and repeat. Oh but it looks so pretty and it’s beauty distracts me from the ugly truth.
But the pain is always gonna ******* linger and linger until one day you realise that sad isn’t the only way. Sad is one way. The wrong way but looks so identical to happiness it’s cousin from across town.
So many people make the mistake of mistaking happy as sad but they all one day find the path to happy.
After walking past so many signs saying no. No this is not the way
They finally realise that the only person who can help them is themselves
In the words of Neil Hilborn; “I don’t think being creative and mentally ill is just related, i believe it’s the same thing.”
I hate my mind.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
As I lay awake,
I noticed my head shouting for help,
My heart aching and craving for love,
And tears falling from my eyes as I stare just above.
I am hurting.
But I chose to remain silent.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 1:51 AM UTC
there is an old man
who has a tin can for a head
put there by a soldier
of the sas variety
for the old guy
lost his head
to an enemy bullet
the sas man helped out
with a spare bully beef tin
for he'd just had dinner
and gave the man a new head
it said best bully beef
on his forehead!
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
Color your darkness
embed your glistening gloss
the best secrets
are those untold
a thief with a house key
unheard words
are those desired most
so color your darkness
a black rainbow
is still a rainbow
they may not see the beauty
But that's what makes it yours
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
***he had the hands of a god
and he talked like a god,
looked like a god and
smiled like a god,
so proud and broad.
he laughed like god and
walked like god,
he was a true god but
he wasn't mine, nor he‘ll ever be.
i'm too sad to be his goddess.***
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
I'm going to sick the sickest parts of my mind after you.
Mental illness in a mutt is rabbies.
Having the same ending,
recovery or death.
To me, there's no difference.
Ever been hit by a truck?
No?
Okay that's great.
You're currently being attacked by a mutt with a mental illness.
Rabid dogs and getting hit by trucks aren't that different to me.
I know, because I made him.
He grew teeth when I gave up.
He got his bark from scraped knees.
Every hair on that animal's body has a story.
Are you currently being attacked by a dog?
Yes?
Okay, great.
Now I want you to figure out what's really attacking you,
Give that dog a name.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC