I’m tired of this unending cycle of suffering and misery. It seeps into my eyes, taking the colors that were so vivid away. Antidepressant plague my brain all day as if they can fix a part of me that was never broken. It simply cannot exists in this world created by monster…
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It’s getting bad again, I feel like I’m going back to the days when everything felt hopeless.
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Today has me thinking about this poem.
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Vicious Cycle
I feel my stomach twist from the anxiety. I want to purge my body from these thoughts. Racing through my mind as they collide together. Crash after crash. Fire after fire. My mind is full of mayhem. And the aftermath is my depression. Everything goes cold and quiet. Numb to everything, an empty shell with nothing left to destroy.
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I don’t think I was built to live in this world...
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I’m not lazy, you just don’t see the mental effort it takes to keep living.
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I can’t escape from myself.
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I don’t know where my sanity is
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My thoughts are composed of chaotic nonsense.
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I’m sorry my depression is an inconvenience to you.
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The worst nights are the ones where you try to silence your crying so you don’t burden anyone else.
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I need to scream but I don’t have the energy.
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I can’t escape my demons and they won’t leave me alone. I feel imprisoned by myself.
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This war in my head is what’s going to end up killing me.
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I hate the mirror because it reminds me that I’ll never be good enough.
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Nothing is scarier than being alone with my thoughts.
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Sometimes I think that all I’ll ever be is a disappointment.
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