If someone asked you who you were, would you know more than your name?
Maybe, hearts were made to break
Alte Narben können nur durch neue verdeckt werden
You're my last reason that i stand at the edge of a cliff
Sometimes I just don't wanna be alive anymore
Am Ende leben wir doch nur um zu sterben
Ich bin selbst zu schwach um mich zu töten
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A million voices screamed in my head And I felt sure that I would give in So why couldn't I now Your voice was louder But by design God gave me feelings And by design they shall not kill But when the noises overwhelm me I feel sure that they will - David Guetta/Sia
Someone please hold me, I’m exhausted from this world Someone please wipe me, I’m drenched with tears Someone please notice my struggles first Please acknowledge the poor me Please help me - Kim Jonghyun
Find me when I was pure I can’t be free from this lie Give me back my smile Caught in a lie Pull me from this hell I can’t be free from this pain Save me, I am being punished - Park Jimin
When you can't find your way When each day ends the same When you've lost the fight inside of you Is there anything worth holding on to It's hard to be strong When weakness is stronger I'm a prisoner in my own skin I'm not good on my own I need to be careful Someone to help these days begin
I wish I could love myself
Don't wanna waste no more time Time's what we don't have Everywhere I look someone dies Wonder when it's my turn – Biffy Clyro
Having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. It's the fear of failure, but no urge to be productive. It's wanting friends, but hate socializing. It's wanting to be alone, but not wanting to be lonely. It's feeling everything at once then feeling paralyzingly numb.
Whenever I have a good few months and I think I’ve gotten over the worst on my depression, it silently returns. This isn’t a battle I asked to fight. I’m tired of knowing it’s always coming back.
Sometimes when I say I'm okay, i need someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say I know you are not
I don't want to die. I just want to disappear
I don't want attention. i just want someone to notice my struggles
