I was clean of fresh cuts for months, four or five maybe? But the sadness doesn’t leave me alone… Every night I get a visit… I’ve been strong all those nights, but tonight I broke. I’ve got to restart my fight because I was weak for a night. Maybe I deserve it…? I’m not the best girlfriend or the best friend. So what am I good at, honestly….? It just seems like everything I do isn’t good enough..

The poems that I create while in a depressed state.

I’ll slit my wrist, I’ll slit my thighs,

Not one person will hear my cries,

Only some will understand the pain,

But they’re all hiding just the same.

Behind fakes laughs, and constant fake smiles,

The depression could continue on for miles.

My presence here will no longer be missed,

The scars on my wrists will no longer be kissed.

The memories of me will soon fade away,

Why worry now, I die every day.

catonemily
catonemily:

This literally explains my life. I just had a guy friend that I haven’t talked to in a whole start talking to me again. It was just freaking yesterday and he goes and does this almost, “Hey, I’m gonna stop talking to you for a while!” *A MONTH LATER* “Hey! How are you?” I’m sitting here like, “WAITING FOR YOUR FREAKING RESPONSE TO MY LAST 828482028473 TEXT I SENT YOU TRYING TO START A CONVERSATION.” Don’t pull that crap with me..

catonemily:

This literally explains my life. I just had a guy friend that I haven’t talked to in a whole start talking to me again. It was just freaking yesterday and he goes and does this almost, “Hey, I’m gonna stop talking to you for a while!” *A MONTH LATER* “Hey! How are you?” I’m sitting here like, “WAITING FOR YOUR FREAKING RESPONSE TO MY LAST 828482028473 TEXT I SENT YOU TRYING TO START A CONVERSATION.” Don’t pull that crap with me..