ryderrr:

wakeup-itsallabaddream:

this is a very powerful picture

we really need to do something about child abus/ molestation :(

My mom would call my name and i’d be like-

Then she’d say i had a phone call-

Then i’d answer the phone like-

Then my mom would ask who i was talking to-

(Source: freeth0ughts)

(Source: chalks)

(Source: chalks)

gamexoverxtrick:

I’m over here like

And my mom looks at me like

So then I laugh harder like

(Source: squidthakyd)

swaaag

(Source: peacefullyinsane)

cause everyday i live its a struggle and with every struggle i cry because it seems like the only thing i can do to make it seem easier. a couple days will past and i will forget about it and be a complete diffrent person i cant say that i will be myself again cause that will be a lie, after those couple of days has pased i return to ma normal self because something will hapen that triggers my weak spot like my insecurities someone will juus release the net that has been holding MY HEART and it will just be there laying in pieces wating to be sweep up but then i realize that noone cares about it so it will probally be left there to rot or turn to dust.after my heart is gone im here sitting in a hollow shell and the nly way i can feel is to take a blade and slice it across my hand but still nothing heals and everything i am is shattered im being teared down i feel low i feel like nothing i feel like i was a mistake. the smile on ma face is not real and if i try to run away my feet will not move i care to much about the people around me. but when i try to do good they dont realize it and put me down for it the ones i love talk about me like im garbagge when im not there then the come to me like nothing happen and i still open up to them why am i so stupid. I kno people would have walk away but it not that easy people would probally think im whining but thats them and dis is me im a closed person but lately i cant seem to hold my feelings in anymore because it is unbearable to walk around with stuff clouding your mind so as i sit her writing tears are clouding my eyes and i wonder why was i put to ne n this earth cause i dnt want to be alive cause every thing i am is nothing every love i had is gone every breath i take is a curse i am competly see thru and made of glass but who cares right as long as i force a smile everyday everything is alrite. i think about when my so call friends and family say ill see you tomorrw and i will just think soon and how i will never be anybody pride their trophy but im not to worry about that.and i will never find the good in goodbye because all my cuts have heal but the scars will always be there for me to see and will allwaay be reminded of who iam and what i am not