valentina-poem:

heyoh-chel:

“I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.”

—

Charlotte Brontë,

Jane Eyre

depression-and-literature:

“I look in the mirror and I see too much of someone who isn’t enough”

— Me

diphyllia-grayi:

there is a point in your depression where you just give up on getting better but you still won’t kill yourself. you just float around in this state of nothingness and don’t notice anything around you because you’re just so numb and you just don’t want to do anything about it anymore

:

Just because I smile for you doesn’t mean that I wasn’t thinking about cutting my wrists open at the same time.

bpdohwhatajoy:

I want to go into a big empty field and just scream until my throat burns. I want to scream all of the pain that has built up over the years out of my body. I’m in so much fucking pain. It pumps throughout my veins like poison. I need to get it out somehow.

agonisingpain: