The Way I Loved You Wasn’t Normal And The Way You Broke Me Wasn’t Either.

I still love you. After everything I still love you. I wish this was not true.

Lately it’s getting really hard to think about how much others will hurt if I kill myself. I don’t wanna hurt anymore. I’m tired of living because I don’t want to cause pain to others. Who is thinking about how much living is destroying me.

I can’t imagine a future. It feels as if I’m not meant to be here

Nikki Giovanni, from “Poem (for EMA)”

Feeling unwanted changes you a lot.

That feeling of helplessness never really goes away does it, when you realize that the person you’d do anything for, doesn’t give a fuck about you. So you just sit there feeling so small and pathetic, wondering how something like this happens. How one person can mean the world to you and you are nothing for that person.

The thing is once you start thinking about killing yourself you can never go back. It becomes this option, that you can't unsee or stop thinking off. Whenever things get tough again it comes back to haunt you. There'll always be this voice whispering 'wouldn't it all be easier if you died' and you can never get rid of it

“Not everyone who comes into our life is meant to stay. So stop holding onto people who clearly don’t want to be with you.”

— Unknown