#sadness
“Love”…
monsters are real. and ghosts are real too. they live inside us. and sometimes…they win.
The absolute worst part of depression? Even tho you know you’re depressed, you’re unable to stop yourself from getting worse.
Who will dry ur eyes when it falls apart?
I overthink because I know how replaceable I am. I’m no one’s first choice or anything special to someone, I am nothing.
If I’m having a panic attack or if I’m telling you how sad I am or how I actually feel. Try a hug. It’s mental illness. Mental illness. Mental illness. It’s not like “my daughter feels horrible about herself, let me hug her.” It’s “Take your medicine!” It’s “Do you need to go to a hospital?” It’s mental illness before it’s me.
Love is a lie, we’re all empty inside.
Maybe we feel empty because we left pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love.
I wish I could look at myself in the mirror without being disgusted at what I see. I can tell my friends to be strong and to love themselves but I can’t do it myself. I feel worthless. Like I don’t deserve to be loved.
“(…)
Below my soul
I feel an engine
Collapsing as it sees the pain
If I could only shut it out
I’ve come too far
To see the end now
Even if my way is wrong
I keep pushing on and on and on and on
There’s nothing left to say now (oh)
There’s nothing left to say now
I’m giving up, giving up, he he, giving up now
I’m giving up, giving up, he he, giving up now
(…)“
:’(
[text by: nothing left to say - imagine dragons]
Volevo solo farvi sapere che, se mai aveste bisogno di un aiuto, vi sentite particolarmente giù di morale, avete un problema, grave o meno che sia, io sono qui.
Mi piacerebbe aiutarvi o farvi sorridere almeno un pò.
Potete mandarmi un messaggio o, se è per timidezza, potete dirmelo in anonimo. a qualunque ora, sono disponibile.