i wish i had a preetty face

i wish i had a preetty face

If you’re depressed,upset, having a bad day, have cut, or any other self harm reblog this. I want to tell you something.

woundshealscarsremain:

do you really?

The Voice
Me:  Today should be a good day.
The Voice:  Today will be like every other day. A total disaster.
Me:  Wow, I look pretty today.
The Voice:  Look at you. You're disgusting. Do you see all those imperfections? Why are you so ugly?
Me:  They're not ignoring me on purpose. I shouldn't take it personally.
The Voice:  No one wants to see you. No one wants to talk to you. Who wants to hang around a freak?
Me:  I can do better in school.
The Voice:  Your grades are terrible. You might as well have straight F's. You should just drop out now. You can't pull up those grades.
Me:  Maybe someone actually does care about me.
The Voice:  No one cares about you. They're all pretending to like you. No one will ever love you. You don't deserve love.
Me:  I will stop destroying my body.
The Voice:  No, you won't. You're a slave to self-harm. You will be for the rest of your life.
Me:  I have to start thinking more positive;
The Voice:  Disgusting. Fat. Ugly. Worthless. Weird. Freak. Depression. Suicide. Blades. Blood. Death. Why are you still here? No one wants you hear. They'll be better off without you. No one will care if you're gone.
Me:  When will I be truly happy? When will this depression end?
The Voice:  Never. Better get comfortable. As long as I'm here, you'll stay in the darkness. Welcome to Hell, sweetie.