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#suicidal-thoughts
Goin down Drowning out the sting Salt water leaks Burns like holy water Not just from the cuts in my skin In my spit My eyes Kept the straight jackets to make my masks ****** stitches, most favored gloss Demonize pill popping even though it keeps the ******* behind the gates Those ******* taste horrible with ***** Instead of getting **** faced to forget the artificial praise Just throw em to the sea Make sure it's the dead Sleeping with the fishes and the girl I used to be Better yet I’ll jump in hoping this is just a dream Either its me dying in now or waking from vivid nothingness But will it even be my own bed His bed Her bed What the **** are these stains Option 3: choking on thread and barfing up empty stomachs and swallowing my pride Playing with fuckboys like a rejected barbie doll, a hallow head growing rhino horns One hell of a drug One hell of a ***** Pitchforks not hot enough to boil off plastic flesh Next thing to bleach are the eyes Can’t stand her disappointed eyes My eyes Hellbent ***** Reflecting vanity in broken glass What the point for a window with no soul Divine Frankiestien That's monster I’ve become No The monster they made me to be
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
Mirror *******
lost in a sea of despair with no end in sight people pass me by but I am unable to cry out desperately treading water to stay afloat and yet a part of me just wants to let go stop fighting and just sink to the bottom where I can rest I see no way out no sign of hope and yet something keeps me going I will not surrender to this sea of despair I am gasping for breath gulping water dizzy with exhaustion before I sink I cry out with my last breath "Help!" suddenly hands reach out for me lift me out of the sea of despair and as I cough out water my eyes begin to see a fellowship of people on a life raft I ask them where they came from, and a man with a gentle smile answers that they have been there all along waiting for me to see them the sea of despair made me blind to the very help I was looking for until in that moment of desperation I was open and willing to ask for help
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 7:47 AM UTC
depression