suffering-silentlyy
suffering-silentlyy
Damaged Mind, Broken Spirit
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if you’re anxious, depressed, broken, empty, have nothing to your name, nobody to love you... you’re with me now | 24 active April 2025
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suffering-silentlyy · 3 months ago
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I was born to die alone
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suffering-silentlyy · 4 months ago
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Despair
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suffering-silentlyy · 4 months ago
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Ah, self sabotage. We meet again.
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suffering-silentlyy · 4 months ago
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im so tired of being obsessed with people who dont care about me
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suffering-silentlyy · 4 months ago
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I'm scared of being touched, yet I yearn to be wrapped in somebody's arms forever.
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suffering-silentlyy · 4 months ago
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Not good enough for my family
Not good enough for my friends
Not good enough for anybody
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suffering-silentlyy · 4 months ago
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"That funny feeling"
Since you guys liked her so much, i made another drawing!
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suffering-silentlyy · 4 months ago
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I am my own worst enemy
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suffering-silentlyy · 4 months ago
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Not Suicide
Sometimes,
it’s lighting a cigarette
with shaking hands
and sucking in the poison like it’s air—
because maybe if you smoke enough,
your lungs will rot
and you won’t have to do anything
but wait.
It’s stepping off the curb
without looking.
Cars blur past and maybe
one will take you out—
but you don’t flinch,
because dying that way
feels easier than doing this
again tomorrow.
Sometimes it’s fucking someone
you don’t know,
hoping their body carries
something sharp,
something irreversible.
You say yes when you want to scream
because maybe disease
is more merciful than time.
It’s not eating,
not sleeping,
staying up so long
your brain starts to rot,
because maybe your heart
will forget how to beat.
Maybe your body will cave in
without you needing
to lift a finger.
It’s leaving the tap on,
touching doorknobs,
never washing your hands—
let the germs in.
Let them feast.
Let the fever drown you
in something that isn’t
your own mind.
It’s ignoring the people
who still say they love you.
Snapping at them.
Pushing them out
until all you have left
is the silence you think you deserve.
It’s not setting your alarm
because who the fuck cares
if you lose your job—
what’s the point of clocks
when time only reminds you
you’re still here?
It’s chugging drinks
until your liver can’t keep up.
Until you forget your name.
Until the mirror
stops recognizing you.
It’s saying yes
to anything that might hurt.
It’s playing chicken
with your own heartbeat—
daring it to stop.
Being suicidal
isn’t always a note on a nightstand.
It’s not always a blade
or a bridge.
Sometimes,
it’s just letting everything rot.
Letting yourself fall apart
slowly—
quietly—
hoping the world
doesn’t notice
until you’re already gone.
Not trying to die.
Just not trying
to live.
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suffering-silentlyy · 4 months ago
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when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever
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suffering-silentlyy · 4 months ago
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I dont want to die alone
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suffering-silentlyy · 4 months ago
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Self Hatred
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suffering-silentlyy · 4 months ago
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My obsession is unhealthy
My obsession is unhealthy
My obsession is unhealthy
My obsession is unhealthy
My obsession is unhealthy
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suffering-silentlyy · 1 year ago
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suffering-silentlyy · 1 year ago
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I wake up with blood on my bedsheets.
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suffering-silentlyy · 1 year ago
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Im so fucked up and rotten and there's
Nothing you can do now
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suffering-silentlyy · 1 year ago
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I waste away on the floor in a drunkard state, crying because the alcohol won't relieve my heart of the regret that grips it tightly. Yet I still drink. A repetition that I'll never escape.
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