Every day it gets harder and harder.
It takes more effort to drag myself out of bed, to live another pointless day.
It gets harder to put one foot in front of the other, trudging through a life I don't want to live.
It takes more effort to attend my lessons, do my homework, be the 'good girl' you all expect me to be.
It gets harder to smile and act as if everything's okay. Because I can't tell you. You'd only think I was doing it for attention, anyway.
It takes more effort to stay sane in front of my parents. To not break down and burst into tears in the middle of the street.
It's just as well I don't cross any roads on my way to school, or I daresay it would become a lot harder to not jump in front of a car.
I'm just so sick of living, you know? I don't want to take the next breath. I don't want my heart to carry on pumping blood around my body. I want to watch that blood seep out of my wrists, pumping from my veins as I finally find happiness. I don't want to wake up tomorrow. So what's the point in carrying on?
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I'm not okay: Depression quotes, confessions and other things
Random*TRIGGER WARNING* This is just a collection of quotes related to depression and self-harm. There may also be some related to suicide, anxiety and eating disorders. I will also include confessions and just some of my thoughts, or basically whatever...
