My skins itching with suicide. No one knows what’s been going on lately. No one cares. Everyday I live a little less. I feel a little less. I care less. I resist less when he comes for me which is more often now than ever. I cry less. I don’t cut I don’t do anything I am just so completely numb. I can’t eat. It makes me sick. Literally I don’t even try if I’m forced to eat it automatically comes right back up. My hair is falling out. I barely get out of bed. I can’t even fake a smile anymore. What’s the point? There’s no fucking point.
Please just forget me. I tried so hard so fucking hard and it all came crashing down. It hurts. I can’t do this anymore. I wont.
sad black and white blog, I follow back similar
Everyone’s recovering and getting better and I’m stuck here in this shit hole of a home wishing I was dead like always
A Schizophrenic suicide.
things don’t always get to me but this got to memake the voices stop
I think about suicide and self harm so much it scares me