You have no idea what if feels like. To want to kill yourself every single day, to have the urge to cut yourself to pieces, to look in the mirror and want to smash it because you hate the person staring back at you, to feel fat every second of everyday, to face the toilet bowl every single time you eat one little thing. You can’t say you understand. You can only ever understand when you have been through what i am going through and you know what its like to feel like you’re living in sheer hell. Please don’t tell me you will be there for me, you never were before, and you won’t be now. Please let me carry on destroying myself. If you really want to save me from myself. Let me go.
Depression is not an act. Eating disorders aren’t phases.Suicide isn’t a cowards escape. Homosexuality isn’t a disease. Self-Harming is not a cry for attention. Stop acting like you know everything because the truth is you don’t know shit.
