Depression, Suicide, & Self-Injury Quote
I dress up for my funeral, my tie made out of rope. Until you pushed me further, hanging with no hope.
One day you’ll just wake up and realize that you’re done hoping and believing.
i really hate the days when you just wake up crying because you’re not dead.
I’m tired of being okay. I’m tired of fighting myself and fighting to breathe. I’m tired of making myself smile and getting by. I’m so tired of being okay for everyone, but when you shut people out that’s all you can be…okay. You distance yourself to keep from being hurt, but you end up being hurt anyways, and being hurt and alone is about 25x worse
I Never Thought I’d Hate Myself So Much.
Have you ever been so depressed that it hurts? Not even for any particular reason, except that it feels like your whole world has literally fallen apart. It’s not as easy to change your situation when you’re stuck in something so deeply rooted. This is not the kind of sadness that you can just wake up and be freed from, but the one that you never truly forget and never quite goes away, even when you are happier than you’ve ever been. If being numb was an option, it would never truly mask this feeling. I hurt
I know you would like ms better thin, and you would want to show me off and wrap your hands around my waste and legs around your head. I am sick of being so god damn fat. I except all body types, I do. I love thick women..but I look unhealthy and out of shape and plain disgusting.
my eyes water and the tears fall down my cheeks but every one around just stands there.
My time has come, and so I’m gone. To a better place, far beyond. I love you all as you can see. But it’s better now, because I’m free.
Sometimes you need to run away just to see who will follow you.
I’m tired of trying, sick of crying, I know I’ve been smiling, but inside I’m dying.
Maybe one day it will be ok again. That’s all I want. I don’t care what it takes. I just want to be ok again.
When I was younger crying always seemed to be the answer. Now that I’m older crying seems to be the only option.
I guess there comes a point where you just have to stop trying because it hurts to much to hold on anymore.
You say I’m always happy, and that I’m good at what I do, but what you’ll never realize is, I’m a damn good actress too.
Just because I’m smiling doesn’t mean I’m happy.
Tired of living and scared of dying.
I don’t necessarily want to be happy, I just want to stop feeling miserable.
Don’t fall into the trap of pretending everything’s fine when you know it isn’t.
Stop the world I wanna get off.
I bleed for you that’s why I cut those simple scars are just deep thoughts.
You bleed just to know your alive.
I’m just learning how to smile, and that’s not easy to do.
Some people try to understand, but nobody can know what living like this is like.
Our generation has had no Great war, no Great Depression. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.
She is the quietest kind of rebel.
There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.
She could shut out the whole world, including herself.
Nothing can stop me now because I don’t care anymore.
How can you hide from what never goes away?
Are you running away from something you don’t want? Or running away from something you’re afraid to want?
I’m not afraid of the gun in my hand, I’m not afraid of dying, I’m just afraid of the pain it will bring, and to see my best friends crying.
I wear my scars proudly. They represent the battles through which I have gone, and I am proud because those battles I have won.
It wasn’t a suicide attempt, it was an escape from everything awful. When we cut, we’re in control - we make our own pain and we can stop it whenever we want. Physical pain relieves mental anguish. For a brief moment, the pain of cutting is the only thing in the cutter’s mind, and when that stops and the other comes back, it is weaker. Drugs do that too, and sex, but not like cutting. Nothing is like cutting.
These cuts are leaving creases. Trace the scars, to fit the pieces, to tell your story, you don’t need to say a word.
Every so often I want to dig my fingernails underneath my skin and peel off the face everybody’s so used to seeing me in. Every so often I want people to know that I’m not as okay as they think I am.
Sometimes it hurts more to smile in front of everyone, then to cry all alone.
Death is God’s way of saying you’re fired. Suicide is humans way of saying you can’t fire me, I quit.
I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiled the one who could brighten up your day, even if she couldn’t brighten her own.
Pain is your friend, it tells you when you’re seriously injured, it keeps you awake and angry but the best thing about it is it lets you know that you’re alive.
I have a tendency to hurt myself physically, when I’m hurting inside.