Don’t tell me to go throw up.
I took the pills for a reason.
I don’t cut myself for attention,
That’s why I do it where you can’t see.
I don’t cut myself because I want to die
If I wanted to be dead, I would be.
I cut myself to numb the pain I’m feeling in my heart
I cut to make it leave.
Some nights I just sit here and cry, because that’s all I can do anymore.
I shake and just hope the knife is sharper this time and will finally cut deeper.
I wish somebody would stop me…
My boyfriend thought it would be funny to shove his hand in my butt.
It made me knee my dog in the face….
I’M SORRY JACKIE..
I need you so much right now.. It seems like all I’m able to do lately is just think about you. No matter what I’m doing or talking about, my mind makes it’s way back to you… I realize this whole thing sounds selfish, but I need your help… I need you to get me through this pit I seem to be stuck in… If there’s any way out…..
That fantastic moment when you realize how much weight you’ve lost.<3
Why do children get the shittiest things thrown on them? Why can’t parents try to protect their kids to those terrible, traumatizing things? It’s like they just don’t care. Like they think, “Well, better my child than me, right?”
No. Fuck that. Fuck everything about that. Fuck people who subject their kids to these conditions, then blame their kid for being fucked up. It’s not like they can help it, and it’s sure as hell not like they tried to raise their kid well. They didn’t stop their kid from being abused. Or from being around all those scary drugs. They didn’t make sure their kids stomach was full every night. They didn’t stop those men from raping their daughters and/or sons. So FUCK them for thinking they didn’t do anything wrong.
It’s parents like that who end up losing their child. It’s parents like that who cause future abusers and users. Those parents are what keeps addiction alive. They seem to not realize that, a majority of the time, they’re children will turn to drugs to ease the painful memories from the past their parents put them through. That their children will turn to violence for relief. That their children will sell their souls and bodies just to make the thoughts disappear for a little while.
Sure, not all children with parents like that turn out this way, and those are the children that everyone notices. They don’t notice the boy with scars on his wrists from his suicide attempts, and they don’t notice the girl with needle tracks on her forearm.