One of the worst parts of mental illness is that it’s so hard to explain to other people.
Trying to describe what it’s like to have a mental illness is like trying to describe colours to someone who was born blind.
I can try to explain as many times as you need, but you don’t understand. Nobody does… I feel so alone. So isolated. So empty…
Fernando Pessoa, from Un Soir à Lima; A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems (tr. by Richard Zenith)
Best place to cut is on your fingertips, Nobody checks there and you can make any excuse for it.
“Trust me when I tell you: The most beautiful eyes have cried the most. The happiest smile was sad all along. & the coldest person felt the most.”
— The Poetic Boy
This life exhausts me......
“I have thoughts in my head that can never be spoken.”
They’re destroying me
Instead of telling someone how I feel, I sit on Tumblr and post about it.
I'm fading away
You know I used to be on fire - Halsey (Angel on fire)