fuckedupandbleeding

[fuckedupandbleeding]

just a couple cat scratches,

was clean for over a year, oops i guess

[fuckedupandbleeding]

I paint my wrists the colour red,

To silence the demons in my head.

Creating art out of my pain,

It’s the only thing that keeps me sane.

But why do others cry when they see my art?

Is it because I ripped the canvas apart?

I never understood why they looked so upset,

I guess they just don’t like the colour red.

[fuckedupandbleeding]

guys

that post by ashb-lade

where it said it wasn’t meant to be taken in a sexual way she just needed validation?

can anyone get that picture for me? it’s my inspo right now lol

[fuckedupandbleeding]

okay wait so i have a kinda dumb question lol

when you all say a photo is sfx, is it actually? or do you just say that so it doesn’t get taken down?

[fuckedupandbleeding]

i thought i was free

of cuts and bleeds

but then it felt like

the dark times came again

and i could not restrain

and i cut myself again

i killed the pain

with another kind of pain

oh how i loved to see

the blood coming out

the red sea of my own life

directed by a silver blade

whether there was nothing i felt

or there was too much feelings

when something was overwhelming

it was my only escape

my only friend

the only one who listened and helped

the only one who could save me in matters of this temporary life

[fuckedupandbleeding]

mf be like "im worried abt you" bitch im worried about me too

[fuckedupandbleeding]

they say they care.

they say they don’t want to see me in pain.

yet when they see

me in pain

my scars

bloody

rotting in my bed.

i only hear “get up”

“stop lazing around”

when all they can seem to do is watch tv

fight

and play games.

and i don’t do enough.?

[fuckedupandbleeding]

Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

[fuckedupandbleeding]

I'm the third :D

[fuckedupandbleeding]

When people think of suicide

They think of a hanging rope,

A drug overdose,

A slit on the wrist.

But a rope does not kill you

And neither do pills or a cut.

You see,

Depression kills what matters most,

Leaving only the physical part of you to finish off yourself

[fuckedupandbleeding]

I paint my wrists the colour red,

To silence the demons in my head.

Creating art out of my pain,

It’s the only thing that keeps me sane.

But why do others cry when they see my art?

Is it because I ripped the canvas apart?

I never understood why they looked so upset,

I guess they just don’t like the colour red.