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weirdblog · 2 years
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No one thinks I can do anything
I'm just trying to convince myself I can.
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weirdblog · 2 years
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22. I think I should be happy, but I still find myself not wanting to 'be' at all. We're all going to disappear someday, why suffer before the inevitable? If I can simply disappear now?
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weirdblog · 2 years
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Do I want to die? Or is it just Winter?
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weirdblog · 2 years
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Everyday is exactly the same,
Yet I am terrified of tomorrow.
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weirdblog · 3 years
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Constantly overthinking everything... to the point where I don't know wether I'm overthinking or being perfectly reasonable.
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weirdblog · 3 years
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I have no self respect
You can hurt me over and over again
And I will still manage to blame myself, for your actions.
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weirdblog · 3 years
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“You look better!”       “Thankyou, I put on my best fake smile today!”
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weirdblog · 3 years
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It feels horrible when people say 'you look a lot better', when you're doing so much worse... So tired, empty and done...
Apparently it looks good on me.
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weirdblog · 3 years
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I say such horrible things to myself when I try to sleep. Overthinking everything. I’m almost falling over the edge, I might just take a leap.
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weirdblog · 3 years
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Would you be mad?
If I flew away tonight...
See what's on the other side
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weirdblog · 3 years
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Depression feels like a constant ache... A literal weight on you that only gets heavier over time.
They say you need to keep fighting, to stay strong enough to carry that weight...
But I've become too tired to fight.
I might just let it crush me.
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weirdblog · 3 years
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Shards
You threw the bottle     It exploded against the wall,            It’s shards covered the floor.
There I am,     the bottle is me.
I try to pick up the pieces     But cut myself in the process.
                        I don’t think I can fix it... I’ll just leave it there.
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weirdblog · 3 years
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weirdblog · 3 years
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Sometimes I think I want to live,
But what's the point?
When you can't enjoy the little things anymore.
Forever lost and tortured by your own mind.
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weirdblog · 3 years
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From the song Goodbye
Listen here on spotify
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weirdblog · 3 years
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weirdblog · 3 years
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Dear depression,
Last year you took my best friend.
I beg you...
Please don't take my brother too.
I can't let you do that.
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