The problem with me is that I care way too much. If anyone looks sad even if I've convinced myself to hate them I'll go talk to them. If someone needs my help I'll be there within seconds. I talk my friends out of suicide all the time. I do so much and I don't a return. All I want is for someone to be there for me the same. But I get it now. I'm the helper. I'm supposed to be the strong always positive and happy friend, daughter, and sister. I'm supposed to not have any problems. I'm supposed to be everything that I'm not inside. I don't get help. I don't need help. Others do. Not me. That's my problem.
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Depression and self harm quotes and poems.
PoetryNot all of these are mine. So I do not take any credit for the ones I didn't write. WARNING:Some content could be triggering. If you are easily triggered PLEASE DO NOT READ.
