“For a long time I wasn’t 
entirely sure I wanted to
put myself back together,
because letting go of the
sadness would mean I 
had to redefine myself.
And sometimes, I still feel
like chasing the darkness,
because I don’t exactly
know who I am without
it. I realised I made a
home out of something I
should have never let in.”

Its hell when no one truly cares you can tell people over and over again that you need help that you cant live like this anymore, i told my parents over a year ago... A year ago they told me to not take the meds they didn't like the thought of there perfect straight a daughter being on happy pills "we will find another way" they said.. A day later nothing .. A week later .. Nothing a year later nothing its worse now then it was then and they can see im struggling ive stopped going out i dont talk to
My friends i barely talk to them but they dont fucking care they dont say a word
Im far from perfect i need help but them shoving it under a rug is in a way telling me im not important that this doesn't matter they dont want to know im cutting myself to shreds do thy realize that all i want to do is press that razor down harder just a little bit harder and then it would all go away it would all stop maybe id be happy then.