Depression/Self Harm Quotes And Poems

I want to stop eating, I want to stop speaking, I want to stop smiling. But i'm scared someone will notice and do something stupid like save me.

You said you would be here to listen, you said you would always help fix the pain, you said you would always fight off the demons, you said you would always be here for me. where were you all this time?

Sometimes I don't want things to get better. Sometimes I want things to get really bad so I have a reason to kill myself, sometimes I wish people did'nt care so I could kill myself without feeling bad. Does that make me a shit person?

Monsters are real and ghosts are real too they live inside us and sometimes they win.

I want to be happy but something inside me screams that I do not derserve it.

I try and tell myself 'you're not alone' yet when I get in bed at night my sadness envelopes me rather then my blankets and my head is popped up by a monster of thoughts rather then my pillow and by the weight in my chest, it feels as if the mattress is laying on top of me rather then the latter. And all I know through all this confustion is when I sit up and take a look around the only person there is me and the only person who cares is me and the only person who understands and gosh, am I alone.

I remember when I was younger and I learned about depression, anorexia and self harm in heath class and I would wonder how people come to that point and I would think that I would never be any of those things, yet here I am years later at 3am sobbing to myself, debating on whether or not to take my own life.

I don't remember the exact day my sunrises turned to night time, or my smiles turned to lifeless eyes spilling mascara black tears. I just know that the darkness had been pressing down on my skin for quite sometime untill finally it pushed through and bled deep into my veins and that's what I became, darkness is all I have so darkness is all that I am.

I cried when I got that chance for months, years dreaming of the day somebody would wipe away my tears. As I hold the blade and brought it to my arm, I sobbed controllably, am I going crazy? When I put it down I felt so dead inside, I shake off the tears, put on a perfuctory smile. My skin is scarred canvas and here I lay, the scars and negativity is all here to stay. Nasty cuts, hard to hide a neat line upon my skin a simple scar shows the hatred within.