“My Heart Gets Sad Sometimes. I’m Not Really Sure Why. It Just Starts To Ache And My Body Begins

if you can’t handle me at my worst that’s understandable cause i can’t either

i am not enough and it’s eating me alive

“I want you and I don’t want to be a luxury. I want you to need me. I want you to not be able to concentrate because you’re thinking about me. I want you to reach for your phone because you thought of something you have to share with me. I want you to not even be able to breathe at the thought of never seeing me again, because that’s how I feel about you.”

— Shannon Stacey, All He Ever Needed (via thebrokenquotes)

I don’t know what to do anymore. I guess I’ll cry till I have no tears left. I’ll hurt till I get used to the pain. And then someday, hopefully the pain will numb and I’ll be able to breathe without my chest hurting.

I don't wanna do this anymore

Just please...

Let me die

Let me end all this pain

Live, not just survive

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A part of suicidal ideation or self harm no one talks about is the numbness to the subject that comes with it. I sit and scroll through pages and pages of cries for help, suicide notes and plans and feel nothing. No worry, no concern, no crushing feeling in my chest. Nothing. Those familiar feelings are now replaced with a strange familiarity, a kind of comfort that it’s not just me.

Fuck. When did it get to this

I never thought that our happy moments could turn into sad memories.