Suicide is no joke.Suicide is no joke. There is no coming back from it. Once you have done it, you are gone. Your pain may be over, but the pain to your family and loved ones will never be over. They will be left with countless questions that will forever be unanswered. If you're in pain, you need to let somebody know. There is no use suffering in silence. If you are suffering through depression, the worst thing you can try to do is beat it on your own. Just remember that there are people out there who love you and care for you. Even if you only have one person in your life who cares, that is still one person that would be devastated if you were no longer here.Suicide is no joke.2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Suicide is a very final way to deal with life's issues. It is a dark and permanent solution to potentially short term problems. All I ask is for you to stop and think. There is always a solution to your problems. There is always someone out there who can help you. Never think that you're alone because you are not. Some people may understand a lot
ParentsMy parents grew me into an unsocial, world hating thingParents3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
My parents always wanted me to be perfect
My parents used to hit me
My parents only care for me when I do something good
And when I do a little thing wrong
they pour all the things I did wrong in my life over my head
I always tried to fulfil their wishes
just to gain a little of their love
They wreck my innocence with their talk of "what you are doing is not even real"
and although my parents are little shitheads in my opinion
... I am still thankful for the good times they spend with me
I am happy for every hug they give me
I am happy when they ask me "How's your drawing stuff going?"
I am happy when my father and I are playing games together
or when my mother and I have some amazing talks
I am grateful and thankful that I didn't grow up under crackheads
and happy when they say "we brought you your favourite food" because why not?
There are many little things I could list
many reason why I should hate them, and many why I love th
It's Too Late When We DieIf you want to die then fine, go dieIt's Too Late When We Die2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
But before you go, think
Think about every dream you've dreamed
Think about every star you've wished upon
Think about every desire that has ever coursed through your veins
Everyone of those things could become true
Everyone of those things could become a reality
If you go pack you bags now
You will be packing nothing but pain
You will leave this place with nothing but your suffering
So fight, fight everyday
Pour fire into your heart
Harness the hurt
Control the memories
And leave this world old and grey
And leave this world carrying happiness
Don't ever give up because,
It's too late when we die..
In This SpaceMy favorite space in the entire world is the space between my window and my bed, only separated by the brown Chester Drawer that was painted canvas white and now chips away to show tidbits of the chestnut brown. This is my favorite space. A cage between the pages of my sketchbook; torn out. Here, it’s just far enough from you. I can see the smile on your face. And the emptiness in your eyes. I can see how they’ll never match one another again. And it makes me wonder if you can hear me breathing too heavy in order to make myself faint.In This Space7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
This space in between my bed and my window is as big as the space in between your eyes. And I wonder if you can see right through me. Or do you just not pay attention to the sundry voices in my head. In this space, I sat down and watched the rain break the glass. This space is where I watched the ants trail in through the hole in the window’s net. I fed them bread crumbs from my sandwich. Until they infested the spot and expected a yard
FelicityHer name was Felicity! They used to call her this way because she seemed to be always happy. Felicity was a nice girl, very funny and always ready to make you laugh. But Felicity hasn't been always happy. In the past she suffered, we don't know why, we don't know how, but she suffered. Fortunately Felicity doesn't suffer anymore. She's better than she thinks! Felicity loves to watch tv series, probably because she likes to get lost in a world of fantasy, where all the sorrows of the life don't exist. Felicity is a good friend. I think that Felicity is a dreamer too!Felicity7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Felicity is a young girl who suffered. Felicity is happy now! Felicity loves tv series! Felicity is the need to escape from this world, but also the life that goes on!
TendernessHer name was Tenderness. Blue used to call her this way because she was very cute, very lovely, and when Blue saw her the first time, the first emotion he felt was Tenderness. Tenderness was a young paintress, very very talented. Her art was different: she didn't paint with a brush, she painted with her heart! Her colours were her emotions, and her canvas was her soul. Every painting made by her was a masterpiece, a piece of herself consacreted in an eternal work of art. Her paintings were the mirror of herself: soft, delicate...and beautiful!Tenderness7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Tenderness is a very talented paintress! Tenderness paints with heart and soul! Tenderness probably is looking for perfection in this imperfect world! Tenderness is Artist and Muse at the same time!
Because I'm in an angsty corner at the momentYou told me in kindergarten that we were best friendsBecause I'm in an angsty corner at the moment6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
So I believed you
You stole my favorite doll because you wanted it
So I went without it
You pushed me down in the mud and laughed
So I got up and laughed with you, even though I wanted to cry
You got a boyfriend first
So I patiently listened to you rave about him
You told me you were going to sleep with a guy that night
So I covered for you and lied to your parents
You stayed out and partied all weekend long
So I came to get you when the guy you rode with ditched you
You made it your personal mission to date every guy in school
So I stayed single the whole time, because I didn't want to be a bad friend
You called me at three in the morning to come and get you from a bar
So I missed sleep and got bad grades
You saw that the new boy was being nice to me and lied to him saying that I didn't like boys
So I missed out on my chance at high school romance
You came to me drunk one night and said that I was a prude
So I tried not to be so
My WomanI'm sitting on the bus. It's looking to be a rather dreary start to the day. The weather isn't awfully pleasant, for one, and my family certainly wasn't as cooperative as they could have been this morning. Yes, I'm starting to feel it will be a bad day.My Woman1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Just as I'm pondering shutting down for the rest of the ride on the bus, effectively putting my brain to sleep, an alert pops up within my internal messaging systems. Someone has sent me something. I pull up the message to see who it is from, and much to my pleasure, it is her. She wants to know how I'm doing.
After I ask her how she herself has been doing, and I am relieved to hear that she has been fine, I tell her about my morning, going into particular detail on my family's misconduct, and I describe my displeasure with the situation. But as always, she knows just what to say, to tell me exactly what I need to hear to feel better about it, to be happy, to chuckle and smile on the inside, and if I can't help it, on the outside, too.
Life is life's greatest mystery Life is life's greatest mystery. Confusing as it may be it's true. It seems like you have such a long time to live but, in the end it really isn't that long at all. Before you know it your life is at an end. The journey is over. For some, however, that time comes too soon.Life is life's greatest mystery1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Life is not something to be thrown away or wasted. It is something that should be cherished. Every day that goes by could be your last. It could be your best friends last. Any one you ever cared about could be gone in a flash. You don't quite realize it until its happened though. Enjoy every moment you have. Don't waste a minute of it.
Even if you can't seem to find the happiness in yourself you can always find it in others and when you do it brings out the happiness in yourself. When that happens you have to capture that happiness and never let it go. Don't make mistakes that cause you to inevitably loss that happiness. Even if you do don't let that s
Blue.Blue is a beautiful colour to me. We see it all around us: the sky that undermines us with the promise of existence, the angry and confused hurricanes that come for me, the rivers in the wasteland, the deep sadness that is a kind of happy in our souls… Blue can be found all around us.Blue.1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
I adore the colour blue, it’s really just a little bit ridiculous. From the blue of lightning on snow to the lonely, echo-y blue of a midnight walk in summertime that only the fireflies can see, to the ugly, mottled blue of a new bruise, to the violent flashes in his eyes of something that I cannot fathom.
Blue - especially the true, pure blue of the ocean - is practically therapeutic, at least for me. And I’m really not joking. Blue puts me in a good mood - and by good, I mean non-suicidal. Because people like me, the blue of our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know. And so I find shelte
Problems with being an Empath.Empathy.Problems with being an Empath.1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
A trait many have.
But those who have it, will say its a blessing, and a curse. We can feel the emotions, the real truth from people. And its overwhelming. We ourselves take on those feelings and it leads us into depression and suicide. Many people say "oh I wish I knew what so and so was thinking, wouldnt that be amazing?!" No, it's not. We feel what people are thinking and it leads us to want to hide, or be numb. We dont want to feel anything because it consumes us. We become insecure, unsure of what feelings are ours and which are not. And THAT is scary. We become scared of ourselves so we end up cutting, on drugs, drunk, ect. Anything to numb out all that emotion.
These are the problems with being an Empath.
Unforgotten Feeling LITTERALLY thrown back into another pit of despair. Sitting up late at night... Thinking of the person whom I used to know. Seeing a sign that you're still alive out there somewhere makes my heart lurch and jump. Almost bringing me to tears. All at once a million memories we once shared together race through my mind, and the flood gates open too easily. A feeling of repressed sadness and loss is now felt throughout my chest, it's almost an ache. Who knew you could ever feel so torn down just by the memory of someone whom once meant the world to you? But you can, and boy does it sure hurt, the tears I try to hold in keep coming out... More memories keep surfacing only making it so much worse... And then another sleepless, night spent thinking about you, being alive out there somewhere, getting on OK without me.Unforgotten 2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Nous sommes tous acteurChaque jour on croise ces mêmes personnes. Chaque jour on fait les mêmes trajets.Nous sommes tous acteur3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
On dit que tout va bien, on le fait paraitre en tout cas.
On a le cœur meurtrie, le corps en vrac ou encore la tête à d’autres choses, mais on ne le montre pas. Tout ça n’est qu’intérieur et on ne laisse deviner à personne nos souffrances.
Lorsqu’on franchit cette porte, on prend une grande bouffée d’air puis on se lance dans ce jeu d’acteur comme chaque jour. On ne veut pas être plaint. On ne veut pas montrer qu’on est faible.
Alors on se greffe ce sourire. Ce fameux sourire. Celui qui dit qu’on va bien, qu’on n’a pas de problème.
Les gens qui ne creuseront pas et se contenteront d’un poli « ça va ? » n’écouteront même pas votre réponse. Ils ne se rendront pas compte d’un changement de ton, d’un manque d’enthousiasme, d’une tr
Meanings of a RoseLavender - Love at first sightMeanings of a Rose3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
White - Worthy of the other person
Pale Peach - Modesty
Yellow - Promise of New Beginnings/Friendships
Light Pink - Sweetness
Vibrant Pink - Perfect Happiness
Orange - Deisre
Yellow with Red Tips - Falling in Love
Red - I love you
Blue - Mystery
Who Knows How to Apologize? What is an apology? You're laughing right now, aren't you. Snickering. Smiling. All you're thinking is: 'What a stupid question. Everyone knows what an apology is. Its how I've gotten out of many incidents.' Let me tell you this right now: at least 75% of the population don't know how to properly apologize. If you can't perform the act properly, then are you truly worthy of being on the stage? That high horse you're riding with the five foot stick up your arse and yet still your thinking: 'I know how to apologize. Only an idiot doesn't know how.'Who Knows How to Apologize?37 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
Guess what you just called yourself? Thats right. An idiot. You didn't just call yourself smart and intelligible by saying that you knew how to apologize, you know what the word means. You called yourself an idiot for the exact opposite reasons.
Now you are all getting mad, reading because of spite, because you're now going to pick a bone with me nd guess what? I dare each and every one of you who bothers
You don't know where I've beenYou don't know where I've beenYou don't know where I've been3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
So don't talk like you know about me
You won't put either of us at ease
Stop figuring out what's wrong with me
I don't wanna talk about it
So please, just leave me be
I've been through a lot this week
So tired of watching all those fightings
Stayed up late while crying myself to sleep
So please stop bothering me
You don't know what I've gone through
You don't know my heart's torn into two
Asking isn't this supposed to happen
On TV, instead of reality
Stop putting your nose into my business
You're making me more restless
I've got nothing worth to talk about
Just disappear, pretend like you'd never know me
Don't think you know what's up with me
You're making things go bad to worse
Don't you think you understand me
Or what's happening to this part of my life that I'm hiding
Don't you think you've done more harm than good
Instead of solving things you mess everything up
Don't you think you know what was up with me
You'll never understand anything
UntitledNovember 11thUntitled6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm getting sick of taking these antidepressants every day, but I'm scared that if I stop I'll go back to being suicidal and then I'll get sent to the hospital again. I really don't want that to happen.
I actually feel pretty good right now.
Which is bad.
Sometimes I wonder if I even exist. I mean, no one ever pays attention to me.
I only exist so people can laugh at me, so they can feel good about themselves.
I want everyone to be jealous of me. How I loathe people who are smarter, or prettier than I'll ever be. I always have to be the best, whether I'm at school or at home. If I get a single question wrong on a test, I beat myself up over it.
I'm a perfectionist. Yes, that's the word.
I want everyone in the entire world to to love me. I want everyone to look up to me, to respect me, to obey me. But that's never gonna happen.
I can remember everything. Like when we first met. You looked so nervous, stammering out, "Damn - I'm going to be late.
Horizon, Surface Low, High Sea and Mystery BetweenHorizon, Surface Low, High Sea and Mystery Between6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
As long as mankind has strode upon earth and soil, he too has longed to escape it, with eyes cast upward toward the heavens, or forward resting upon the never-resting disquieted sea. To seek out the unknown toil of adventure. To discover wonders prior non-conceived, he hath forgone solidity of ground opting instead for pitch and roll of ocean wave. The sight of the sea marvelous in expanse give rise to both wonder and fear. Though epochs pass since ancients dipped first keel into unforgiving beauty, akin thought and feeling present are indeed extant. Arise they do in mind when gaze first falls upon sea in a similitude of a rippling and writhing spherical form of air, seemingly approaching solidity, as released from some enclosure among great depth.
Rise and fall like lives of men. Times of turmoil and boiling ferocious sea. Times of peace and flat calm, glasslike in countenance. Yet, like the heart of humanity, deceiving she is. She even deceives self in s
DifficultiesThere are always going to be difficult times. For instance, death. When we loose someone we love, the world becomes dark, and the sadness felt by others soon becomes wrath. Wrath that is release onto you. You feel as if everything you know is disappearing. As if the world is attempting to leave you. However, you cannot let this happen. You must grip the world, what you love, and hold on tightly. Keep holding and fighting until you know what matters to you is going to stay.Difficulties11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
UntitledDo you know what it’s like to have a family that doesn’t care about you?Untitled15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
If you say no, then kudos for you for telling the truth, for being honest. I find it strange that most people I’ve met don’t want to admit that some portion of their life is good.
If you say yes but immediately take it as a challenge, a contest for who has the worst past, when I didn’t imply it as such, then no, you don’t know what it’s like. If you immediately try to tell me how to “fix” my life, then no, you don’t know what it’s like. You have no fucking idea.
If you say yes and then we sit in silence, then congratulations, you know what it’s like. And you know that no amount of “flowery”, “comforting” words can change it or make it better.
Conversation"So basically, you're telling me to give up my world so that yours can continue!?"Conversation18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I wasn't even angry.
I was completely stupefied by disbelief and shock.
It had been what felt like months since we last spoke, and now this is what he demands, right out of the blue. Conversations between us had been tense since the day we decided to split up and go our own paths, but this was definitely something new.
"Yes." He says this very calmly, unlike my loud outburst. A pause.
"And I wished our worlds never crossed in the first place."
Those words sting, like a needle, a small pin prick of pain, but an acute, piercing one.
My jaws clench as I stare at him, dumbstruck, trying to register this mere fact that this was actually happening.
Should I feel hurt, insulted, betrayed? My emotions were in turmoil. He had become a stranger to me.
But I eye him as closely and I could see, despite his stoic facade, the scars left by the battle he has waged with another person.
I am not Elhers DanlosWhat catches your eye when you look at me? Is it the neck brace that provides me the support I need? Is it the wheelchair which is basically glued to my ass half of the time? Is it the countless braces and orthotics that hold me together when all I do is fall apart? Do you see Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, or do you see Hannah? What about the bright red hair that is usually a chaotic mess; or the crazy makeup that I wear to overcompensate for all of the craziness that is attached to me? Are you looking at some “cripple”, or do you see the artist beneath it all. I know that you can’t see my pain, because all you are focused on is the fact that I look different from you. I’m not all that different. In fact, most of the time I wish that I could just fade into the background, and not have a whole crowd stare at me as I pass through muttering apologies for inconveniencing you. What if I fought my invisible illnessI am not Elhers Danlos1 day ago in Emotional More Like This