Kimberly didn’t know how she felt. She was getting drunk every other night, didn’t matter she was out or in. If she couldn’t get her hands on the booze she was smoking weed or taking pills in whatever form and shape they came. All she knew was that in the past few weeks she watched … Continue reading Epilogue
Caught, Wasting, Sick and jaded. Do you love me? Can you - Will you... End me?
Everyone is drinking smoke All I know is turning black. Bleeding gums and nostrils, come to write my way. To try to save me To discover And recover who I am. Somewhere in these internal landscapes, I'm floundering and hemorrhaging a clouded image.
Depressed people are notorious for dwelling on the negative. A lot of people often think that it is something they can snap out of if they try hard enough, despite ample information on the Internet and other resources informing people that depressed individuals can’t simply change their attitude. There is a neurological reason for this. … Continue reading The Neurological Reason Depressed People Can’t Stop Being Negative
The first thing I realized about being depressed is that you really think want to die. Of course you don’t, nobody ever really does but in that moment it is all you know, all you can think and all you can want. You have been turned unipolar, my friend, without perspective. Blind in the mind.
Insects on my skin Crawling in my skin Fires shooting from head A broken brain spitting images Feelings. Life cracking me CRAC-KING ME. Revealing my mind! Revealing my In-SANITY! #### Shit is going a bit South needed to express. Love you all
You stare deep in the crevice of trust Way back into the past. Surprised you then but no so much now. Doesn't dampen the anger, Or quench the self-hatred. How could you let this happen again? The walls you build next shall be thicker, Lonlier and darker. No one look in, No one get in, … Continue reading A Girl Crying on the Sidewalk
Pull me by the hair to the backyard, Have me kneel before the shallow grave And put a bullet through my head. When my eyes are open And they sleep, I want to end them with a pillow to the head Or poison in a cup My own little 'mommy's special recipe'. It's the … Continue reading A Sincere Act of Love
It's a bleeding of the soul An aching of the heart A fissured brain A lost mind A humanity stolen. My chest collapses With everything that falls apart My lungs give out their last sigh. ### Hi everyone. I'm just super depressed right now. I haven't thought of suicide or cutting this much since being … Continue reading Sigh
Me: Don't you think being dead would be better? Friend: Sometimes I think so. Sometimes I don't. I think it is better we will never know. Me: Do you remember when you wanted to leave me? That really broke my heart. Friend: Don't break mine like I did yours. Me: The only thing I do … Continue reading Me & My Friend