findyoursaviour

[findyoursaviour]

When you cry so much, it makes you realize that breathing is hard

(via the-suicide-effect)

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She thought she had hit rock bottom, but somehow she dug deeper.

j.w (via escape-while-you-can)

[findyoursaviour]

You need a private talk? Just message me(send me an ask)

[findyoursaviour]

You need a private talk? Just message me(send me an ask)

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Self care is so hard when you dont want to live anymore

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You need a private talk? Just message me(send me an ask)

[findyoursaviour]

Depression isn’t a cisgender white girl Getting her scars kissed by her boyfriend Until she’s cured. It’s crying in a bathroom stall Instead of going to class Showers that burn Kitchen knives hidden In desk drawers Just in case. It’s meals left uneaten Because your body just Will not accept food anymore Lying in bed for days Wondering at the futility Of your existence It’s all the books and projects and homework Left incomplete It’s unfinished suicide notes It’s sleeping on the floor because it seems friendlier than the bed Sobbing in the shower and praying to a god you’re not sure exists To please save you It’s the emergency room at midnight, Telling the nurse if you go home you’ll hang yourself It’s 15-minute checks And structured activities (but sometimes, that just means tv) It’s your dad promising a change you know he won’t deliver And a boys kitchen and girls kitchen when you don’t fit in either one It’s morning meds Intake papers for a psychiatrist that calls you Chronically suicidal And knowing he’s right It’s coping cards and sensory boxes And keeping play-doh in your pocket Because if you keep your hands busy Maybe your nails won’t bury themselves in your forearm In an attempt to pull off your skin because It’s just too fragile It’s avoiding looking at your wrists For the fear you’ll open them and let the red sea Spill out It’s your nana calling every day to make sure you sound okay And a brother who thinks you’re just overreacting It’s empty and overwhelming

I don’t just feel “blue”  (via starlight-nocte)

[findyoursaviour]

You need a private talk? Just message me(send me an ask)

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My arm is finally healing after I fucked it up last week