passion_and_danger
I laugh, I breathe, I function, but I don't live.
No one sees what's behind her smile.
No one hears the screams raging in her head.
And no one realizes that she has long been on the verge of losing herself.
All this pain, these thoughts, the struggle, they make me drown in myself.
*Trigger warning: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, depression, self-hatred*
Getting help isn't weak, it shows your strength because you've done so well on your own so far.
You don't have to go through this alone.