I hope you know that I can’t help but wonder if we’ll ever be okay. If silence will ever be comfortable. If I’ll ever be able to touch you without my heart going into overdrive. I wonder if I will ever be able to look at you without tears threatening to fall. Will I ever be able to confide in you? Tell you everything that I’ve been hiding? I want to ask you if there is a light at the end of the tunnel, or if that’s just what people tell themselves to hold back the darkness. I want to ask you why I feel so trapped. I want to be able to call you at midnight when my mind won’t be quiet. I want you to care. I guess I answered my question. We’ll never be okay. I just don’t know when to let go.



My mother warned me about cigarettes that could cause cancer
But she never told me that self-hatred can grow faster than any tumour ever could

My father warned me that I should never stop thinking
But he never told me that overthinking would kill my happiness

My sister warned me about other people who might make hurtful comments about me
But she never told me that instead of hearing someone else’s voice, I’d hear my own

My brother warned me about drugs in baggies sold on the street,
But he never told me about the ones that people put in your glass when you’re not looking

My grandmother warned me about the devil with his tail and red horns
But she never told me about his angelic smile and dark, ocean blue eyes

My grandfather warned me about booze that could kill
But he never told me that if you drink enough alcohol, it tastes like love

My cousin warned me that I should love my virginity to a guy I love
But she never told me he should love me, too

My aunt warned me that if I kept eating that much, I might vomit
But she never told me that even without eating anything, you can hang over the toilet and puke

My baby sitter warned me that a boy could break my heart
But she never told me that if I made him mad, he’d also break my arm and nose

My teacher warned me about dangerous men with knives that could cut my throat
But she never told me that I didn’t need these men to cut my skin

They all warned me that I shouldn’t do dangerous things that could kill me
But I never had the chance to ask them if slitting both of my wrists vertically
And taking thirty-eight aspirins, was one of these dangerous things


- d.a.n. (the-fault-in-our-scars)

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I got called detached and apathetic
this evening, standing on the landing
in the half light, shrouded in gloom
windows wafting cool draught
a chill despite the heat of the day
you said, ‘you don’t seem to care
about anything,’ and I rolled my eyes
to disguise the surprise that flooded me
and said ‘I care too much
about people, so much
that it hurts me and
I have to pretend
that it doesn’t affect me
because I cannot bear
my vulnerability’

You asked about hate,
the antonym for love
and my voice cut through the darkness
as I spoke, ‘the only person
I hate is myself-
my relative annoyance and irritation
at others pales in comparison
to the loathing that throttles me’
and I laughed ironically
even though it wasn’t funny
at all


- R L C (via rachel-primaluce)
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Robin Williams didn’t die from suicide. I only just heard the sad, sad news of Robin Williams’s death. My wife sent me a message to tell me he had died, and, when I asked her what he died from, she told me something that nobody in the news seems to be talking about.

When people die from cancer, their cause of death can be various horrible things – seizure, stroke, pneumonia – and when someone dies after battling cancer, and people ask “How did they die?”, you never hear anyone say “pulmonary embolism”, the answer is always “cancer”. A Pulmonary Embolism can be the final cause of death with some cancers, but when a friend of mine died from cancer, he died from cancer. That was it. And when I asked my wife what Robin Williams died from, she, very wisely, replied “Depression”.

The word “suicide” gives many people the impression that “it was his own decision,” or “he chose to die, whereas most people with cancer fight to live.” And, because Depression is still such a misunderstood condition, you can hardly blame people for not really understanding. Just a quick search on Twitter will show how many people have little sympathy for those who commit suicide…

But, just as a Pulmonary Embolism is a fatal symptom of cancer, suicide is a fatal symptom of Depression. Depression is an illness, not a choice of lifestyle. You can’t just “cheer up” with depression, just as you can’t choose not to have cancer. When someone commits suicide as a result of Depression, they die from Depression – an illness that kills millions each year. It is hard to know exactly how many people actually die from Depression each year because the figures and statistics only seem to show how many people die from “suicide” each year (and you don’t necessarily have to suffer Depression to commit suicide, it’s usually just implied). But considering that one person commits suicide every 14 minutes in the US alone, we clearly need to do more to battle this illness, and the stigmas that continue to surround it. Perhaps Depression might lose some its “it was his own fault” stigma, if we start focussing on the illness, rather than the symptom. Robin Williams didn’t die from suicide. He died from Depression*. It wasn’t his choice to suffer that.



Tom Clempsom


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I wish I could write an ode
to the light over your bed.

I wish there was enough poetry at the end of that day
inside of me
that I could have slipped teeth under skin and torn out words
as if they were bloodstems. I think the gardens you grew in me
never stopped withering but never really got around to dying.

Hey so it’s been four years
since you shot yourself in your bedroom
but even though your brainmatter would kiss the floor in prayer
you still didn’t pass away until four hours later. This gave me
just enough time to find you and hold your hand and
not cry about it,
mostly because your mother was doing the crying for everyone,
which is kind of silly because it was the first time she’d even spoken to you in 56 months
(I never told her that you counted but I did notice she left your funeral early)

hey so when are you coming back home hey so how come
you didn’t even say goodbye or was that just
not part of the plan because last night
I decided I would undergo a frontal lobotomy
if it meant I could just kind of
remove the bits of this brain
that are so painful to live through so
I kind of get your process although
question the morals of it seeing as
your sister is now a swimming pool of whiskey
and your stepmother has stopped eating completely
and I still see you in dreams and I’m
kind of embarrassed that I
always flinch when that happens

nothing matters anymore i’m almost convinced that’s because you’re not here
to make it matter

I wish I could write an ode to the light over your bed
which stayed on
even while
you left.


- a small spark extinguished maybe but still feels like a forest fire has come and left me empty /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
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I actually really needed to read this right now.

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A lot goes on in the background of people’s lives that you do not see.

Insecurities, setbacks, emotions…

Remember that when you compare yourself to others.

You’re comparing yourself to the image, not the lived experience.

And that I do not recommend.

I once found a similar thing that said you’re comparing someone else’s highlight reel to your behind the scenes footage, and that’s not a fair comparison to make.

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"nothing will ruin your 20’s more than thinking you should have your life together already."

- I need to write this on every wall of my room. (via thisyearsgirls)

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As a college student you’re either struggling academically, financially, or emotionally. Or all three.

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