theme
A is for the anger burning me up inside
B is for the blood that drips down my thighs
C was for crying but now I’m unable
D is for dying. My mind’s so unstable
E is for the evil in my heart in my head
F is for the failures I replay in bed
G is for the gun held to my head with a smile and
H is for hating myself all the while
I is for I love you and I wish that you’d see that you’re the only thing that makes this life worth living to me
J is for jaded. I’ve been gone so long that I hardly remember what’s right or what’s wrong
K is for the knives carving words in my skin
L is for the life that shouldn’t have been
M is for medicine to make me more sane
N is for the nothingness that is my brain
O is overdose I failed but I tried
P is for parents. I love you’s a lie
Q is for quit. Which I never do be it cutting or drinking or smoking or you
R is for razors shredding my skin over and over and over again
S is for scars and secrets and sins. I say I’ll be strong but I always give in
T is for trembling with fright wondering if I’ll make it through the night
U is for ugly my body and face. No need to tell me I’m a disgrace
V is for the violence that shaped my life
W is for wondering if I’ll be that wife
X is a drug I’m too scared to do
Y is for everything. Y is for you.
Z is for zero the rate of my pulse when one day you wake up and I’m but a corpse.
(E.H)
— inspired by some other abc poems.  (via urgetodestroy)

suicide-is-my-bestest-friend:

omg I noticed a thing

endocrines2:

*drinks vodka* *gags* “ugh I hate vodka” *drinks vodka*

brilliances:

i always follow back

brilliances:

i always follow back

earthflowur:

-
We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.
— George R. R. Martin  (via misjudgments)
suicide-is-my-bestest-friend:

x
memories-will-kill:

broken-teenagers:

2nd tattoo :)
"I understood myself only after I destroyed myself.
And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I really was.

i love this tattoo so much

memories-will-kill:

broken-teenagers:

2nd tattoo :)

"I understood myself only after I destroyed myself.

And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I really was.

i love this tattoo so much

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered

Hands: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)
my-depression-confessions:

Send in your own confessions here

my-depression-confessions:

Send in your own confessions here

I was fifteen, thinking about unzipping my veins.
— (via e-ternall)

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