bzq (via moonndreams)
Cutting or self-harm - It’s an addiction
At first, you start cutting because you’re depressed
You’re sad, or feeling suicidal.
Cutting is like a drug, once you start you don’t stop.
Initially you’ll say only one cut tonight.
Soon it’ll grow to two cuts.
Then three, and the cuts increases till the point
Where you’re filled with lines you’ve drawn
All over your body.
Self-harm is not something anyone can understand
If they didn’t start doing so.
You’ll say tonight will be the last night,
You’ll have cuts on your wrists.
But no, it won’t stop.
It’s an addiction.
It will come to a point where you won’t
No, you can’t stop cutting.
You start cutting for no reason.
You say destroying what’s on the outside
To kill what’s inside of you.
But will the self-harm come to the point
Where you kill yourself
Before you kill the demons in you?
Ignore My Demons That Are Inside And I, I’ve Started It All Over Again ; Original piece (via wonderer-in-the-darkness)
I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
Jean-Paul Sartre (via viriziion)
I WISH I WASNT SO FUCKING INSECURE ABOUT MY BODY LIKE DAMN SON I JUST WANT TO WEAR SHORTS WITHOUT ALMOST CRYING
A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person.
Dave Barry (via timmysenpai)