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  • “I feel certain that I’m going mad again. I feel we can’t go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices.” - Virginia Woolf
  • “The act of taking my own life is not something I am doing without a lot of thought. I don’t believe that people…

Sticks and stones may break your bones
But words will hit you so hard
And break you into so many pieces
You’ll forget what you looked like whole.

Sticks and stones may break your bones
But words will leave you wondering
How deep you’d have to stab yourself with a stick
Or how hard you’d have to hit your head with a stone
To die.

Stick and stones may break your bones
But they will heal in given time.
A doctor will put a cast on your body
You’ll get “get well” cards
And sympathy smiles
And the bone will mend itself
And soon you’ll forget about the injury.

But theres no cure for words.
Because no one will see the injury at first.
But you’ll be able to feel the way they slowly start to eat away at your insides
Like ladybugs on roses
They will slowly kill the garden your mother planted when you were growing inside of her.

No one will notice until they find an empty bottle
or until you are swimming in a bathtub of red.
The doctor might be able to empty your stomach
or fix your wrists
But no matter how hard he tries
He’ll never be able to stitch up your heart.

You wont get any cards
Or receive any flowers
Instead you’ll get looks and whispers that scream
“Attention whore!”
You’ll get countless of psychiatrist
And a rainbow of prescriptions
But none of them will ever truly heal you.

And the scars might fade away some day
But you’ll never forget the injury.
You’ll never forget the insults from the 3rd grade
Or last week at work.
You’ll never forger the way peoples words
Will leave you gasping for air
Because words feel like a punch to the stomach
That you can never quite recover from.

Sticks and stones may break your bones
But words will never harm you

They will DESTROY you.



when you dont have enough money to pay for daycare AND dog sitting


This by far the most fucked up post on the internet.

YOU’RE SIX YEARS OLD and your smile is too wide and your afraid of absolutely nothing and your family watches as you race around the yard with an energy that could fuel entire cities.

YOU’RE TEN YEARS OLD and the things that were once important to you become replaced with unnecessary possessions and you begin to wonder why you never looked like the girls on magazine covers and your mom tells you to not eat seconds unless you want to get fat because that is unacceptable.

YOU’RE FOURTEEN YEARS OLD and labels begin to mean everything and you throw yourself into things with a hope to shed a few pounds but still you stay the same and it drives you so crazy you turn to matches and blades and worst of all words that cut through your brain like silent killers in the dark hours of the night.

YOU’RE SIXTEEN YEARS OLD and made of skin and bone and the smile that once made up your face is gone for good and your body is littered in scars that won’t go away because every time you look in the mirror you hate yourself a little more and everything that you once loved now means nothing to you because you don’t have the energy to do it anyway.

YOU’RE SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD and your mom encourages you to take a bite but the sight of food makes you absolutely sick to the stomach you’ve been destroying since you started all this and suddenly she wishes that she had told you all those years ago how truly beautiful you really were and maybe if you had grown up without judgement you wouldn’t have wound up dead by your eighteenth birthday but you did.


i hate that im sensitive and jealous and stupid and quiet and ugly and annoying