Bury all your secrets in my skinCome away with innocence and leave me with my sinsThe air around me still feels like a cageAnd love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage againSo if you love me let me goAnd run away before I knowMy heart is just : NSFW Tumblr

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the-suicide-effect:“Mostly I feel numb. I feel empty on the inside, I feel like I could get hit by a truck and I wouldn’t care. My life suddenly has no meaning at all for me.” - What Does Depression Feel Like?

thepartsyoullneversee:Me: *Goes outside for 1 hour*Also me: *spends the next 15 days isolated in bed recovering*

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