I'm the ugly sister I'm the horrible daughter I'm not even the second choice I'm the "leftover" I'm not the clever one I'm not the skinny one I'm the talentless one I'm the "why are you even here?" I'm just not good enough
Sometimes being bipolar is so damn difficult that I can't help hating myself; just wishing I could be like everyone else, that I could have normal days with normal emotions. But I can't be like everyone else so I cry.
depressed depression sad suicidal suicide lonely alone Wall crying self harm self hate cut cutting cry scratch moment sadness cried no matter Sometimes stare shut down failure depressive blade completely self harming blankly i don't exist