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Im not someone who thinks a lot about suicide but the picture keeps crossing my mind tho.

It’s been really bad lately and my urge to self harm is increasing with every day that I lay in bed and can’t sleep. I don’t know how long I will be able to take this anymore. My anxiety is high , my depression is dark, my mental health zero. It’s getting bad. Like fucking bad.

I don’t want to be in that dark narrow place again. I know what it is like to be there. I don’t like it. But the road is never ending and the finish line seems to be there. It’s really hard to be holding on to that little light that is left but slowly is vanishing.

I’m tired, exhausted, Empty, numb and in pain. I know I’m not the only one feeling this way, but still it’s hard feeling this way not knowing what to do to feel better , I mean at least being able to not feel guilty about everything and nothing. I would get help , but at the moment there is no way I’m getting the help I need.

Right now i just want to be sure I’ll wake up tomorrow morning. Or not. I don’t even know.

That’s the point. I’m confused if I want to live or not. I don’t wanna die. But living is painful. So what do I want. I don’t know if I have the strength to keep going and constantly feel like I’m suffocating and drowning trying to scream but instead my lungs fill up with water and I’m no longer able to breath.

But i don’t know if I have the strength to let go once and for all, leaving my mom and my loved ones behind either. It’s difficult because I want to keep going but the is just no more energy left for doing so.

I’m carrying a bag of stones. Stones I carry with me all day long and when I’m at home I finally break down because I can’t take that weight.

When I lay in bed the only thing I feel is a weight on my chest that makes me breath heavily and panic.

Im alone. I can’t talk to anyone. The first question I get is „why“. Oh god if I knew why. That’s a question I ask myself a lot. „Why me?“ „why now?“ „why again?“ „why is this happening?“. I have no answer to that question. It makes me anxious getting that question and not having an explanation. How can I reach out for help if I do not have any reason to feel the way I do.

I don’t understand. And so don’t the others.

They don’t understand my struggle. I have a home, family, friends, food,.. more than a lot of people on this planet have and yet I feel lost, lonely and empty. Somebody that did not feel those things and this darkness can not understand how it feels. They can not understand how tiring living is.

They can not understand how difficult it is to put on a mask everyday so nobody asks you “what’s wrong?” And so you don’t have to answer with “I don’t know.” That’s the point. Again. I don’t know what’s wrong. Too much is wrong with me. And then they go like “no seriously, there must be something that causes this”. And that’s upsetting. Because I would want to know what’s wrong.

It’s exhausting and tiring.

I don’t want to bother anyone or be a burden because that’s how I feel. That’s what I am for me.

I want to go out. I want to have fun. I want to live. I want to be able to be at peace with my mind and myself. It’s just not that easy.

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Ich bin eine Enttäuschung für jeden. Kriege mein Leben nicht auf die Reihe und mache nur Fehler.

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Ich bin ein unwichtiger, nutzloser, nerviger, kaputter, müder, versagender, wertloser und sehr leicht zu ersetzender Mensch.

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“bin es so sehr gewohnt, etwas falsch zu machen, dass es sich schon falsch anfühlt, etwas richtig zu machen.”

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have u ever been in a mood to destroy your relationship with everyone you know

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„Und aufeinmal hab‘ ich wieder so Phasen wo ich einfach nur im Bett liege und traurig bin, einfach so, ohne Grund“

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„Ich sag' meinen Freunden, dass es mir gut geht, doch bin so allein in meinen Gedanken.“

Céline

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“Diese Art von Traurigkeit in der du nicht weinst sondern einfach nur still ins Leere schaust, weil du weißt, dass sich sowieso nichts ändern wird”

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“Die Nächte werden länger, die Augenringe werden tiefer, die Laune mieser und die Freunde weniger.”

— verbautezukunft (via verbautezukunft)

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“Ganz kurz hatte ich das Gefühl, mein Leben auf die Reihe zu bekommen. War eigentlich ganz schön.”

— @littlekillermonster ich zu meiner Mutter

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“Du lenkst dich mit irgendwas ab ,bis es irgendwann nicht mehr geht. Dann fängst du an zu weinen.”

Stadtgeschichten

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Ich bin weder glücklich noch traurig. Ich fühle mich mittlerweile einfach nur noch leer.

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Ich bin immer für dich da was gelogen ist, weil niemand da ist wenn du wieder mal am Boden bist.

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Mein Problem war schon immer, dass mich andere nie so sehr gebraucht haben, wie ich sie  gebraucht habe.