17, city, Sydney, Australia, music, fiction, wanderlust
"The City Is My Church"
i can’t do this anymore…i can’t i can’t i can’t theres that voice in my head telling me to kill myself and its been getting louder this week and I can’t fight iy much longer
Anonymous asked: please don't hurt yourself, there are people here who care about you and are there for support and to help
there is literally nobody in my life who care anymore
if i swallow all my antidepressants and all my mums and then drink a whole bunch of vodka, will that kill me? is it possible to OD on antidepressants?
whore, slut, cow, bitch, dumb, fat, loser, ugly, hideous, loner, weirdo, stupid…..
i just want to kill myself….
writing is safer, somehow
because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do,
and words get stuck in throats,
not fingertips, can’t stumble
on paper trails of blue lines
because writing is definite and clear
and no one can tell if i am crying
through written words alone
I wish my family have enough prescription pills that I could OD on…