Sleeping.

When I was even more depressed than I'm now and I self-harmed I sometimes slept on my floor with a knife in my hand. It made me feel safe inside. Knowing I could slit my throat or wrists and die. It sounded so peaceful compared to the hell I was living.


Kommentit

Tämän blogin suosituimmat tekstit

Someone's laughing at me!

Aliens

My dull hair