Monday 30 December 2013

Stay Strong; You're not alone (♥)

" if you ever felt alone, if you ever felt rejected, if you ever felt confused, if you ever felt lost, if you ever felt anxious, if you ever felt wrong, if you ever felt wronged, if you ever felt unclean, if you ever felt angry, if you ever felt ashamed, if you ever felt curious, if you ever felt used. " - My Chemical Romance.


Know you're not alone.

I bet most of the time you wonder, why your life is so meaningless, why doesn't anybody like you or share your interests, why you are neglected and ignored, why you are so worthless, why you're made fun of, why you are abused, why you self harm, why you are suicidal, why you are alienated, why you have no friends, why you are so empty .. 
















Firstly, YOU ARE A UNIQUE PERSON and you're beautiful. Yes, yes you are. The outside is just an empty shell, what matters is what is on the inside, that's the real you, that's where your beauty really lies. 



Secondly,
you're not alone. All those feelings you have, all those problems and depression and self harm or whatever you're going through. Please remember, it's not just you. There are thousands maybe millions of teenagers suffering what you're going through. And I'm one of them. I've been suffering from major depressive disorder for two years now, i had this one friend i lost because of other kids telling her how she should stop talking to me because i'm weird and a loser. Every day my mom screams at me and hits me for practically no reason. I self harm, I even have suicidal thoughts now and then. I'm even writing this at my aunt's house because my mom kicked me out. She simply said she doesn't want me anymore. But I'm not letting that affect me, I am fighting.
I said this to make you know, that you're not the only one suffering. 
I know that "Life gets better and you'll be okay" sounds as a lie to you all of the time, but if you don't fight to make those words come true, then you have nothing. No matter how shitty and fucked up your life is, it does get better only if you fight.  

Remember that you have friends and family, try to be open and talk out what's bothering you to the most person you know who won't judge you or hurt you. Those people can make the healing process 100% more easier. Talk to a friend you trust or a family member and if you have no person to go to, counselling always helps. I started going to sessions two days ago and talked everything out and it made me feel so much better, just letting all the negative emotions and thoughts suppressed inside fly out. 

" I promise you, I felt so hopeless and I know you do too, but I promise you guys a thousand times, that recovery is really possible, you can get through this, you can over come it whatever your issue may be. "



fucking forget the haters. You see, some people, this fucked up society they want you dead. They want you to give up and hurt yourself  because some of them are cruel with no heart. They're the type of people that feed on others' suffering and misery, but in the end they achieve nothing. Because hate never gets you anywhere and if you hurt yourself you're just losing to them and they'll simply move to somebody else to torture when you break down. So don't. Stay strong and keep your head up so the crown won't fall and walk forward, because I believe you can do anything

And one of the biggest evidence that life gets better are idols. Those people who we look up too. Just think about it, stop whatever you're doing for a moment and think, why are they your idols? Why do they mean so much to you? Why do you look up to them so much? And i'm sure 80% would say the same thing.
"They had the same past, same problems and they made it through." or "They achieved what i'm trying to achiever or who i wanna be in the future." And that gives you hope to move along, and push through everything to become like them. 

Some of my idols that's inspired me to be the strong person I am today are Vic Fuentes, Austin Carlile, Oli Sykes, Kellin Quinn, Chris Motionless even Eminem. They all went through shit from self harm to bullying to losing a loved one to not being accepted to have a broken home to anxiety attacks to drugs, everything! 
But look at them now.  They didn't give up to their circumstances, they battled against them and won, they used all that sadness and anger and hurt and suffering into creating something beautiful. Art. 
They dropped the blade and picked up the pen. And just from this simple decision, they changed the life of millions.





There are so many things you can look up to and admire that'll give you the strength you need and in the process. You have to convince yourself to stay positive and push away all the negative. That's the only way you'll succeed. 


I'm crossing my fingers for all of you, because you're all special and unique people who have a great life ahead of you and I know you have the will within you. (♥) 


Friday 13 December 2013

Poems

I wrote those two poems out of severe depression. I barely made out the words, being German is difficult. I just tried to express how I feel through words as much as i could, since no one knows how I feel and i'm so tired of suppressing my emotions.


The Kingdom                                     She's the girl         

She's living in a rainbow                                                  She's the girl at the back of the class
in a high towered castle                                                   she's the girl drowned in black
dressed in diamonds                                                        she's the girl that never talks
and fed with joy                                                               picking up her backpack
                                                                                       and heading home
A beautiful queen
with a golden crown                                                         She doesn't say a word 
sitting on a throne                                                             as she walks to her room
and spreading smiles                                                        straight to her drawer 
                                                                                        where death lies
She starts to hear whispers
coming from behind                                                         A friend with razor-sharp teeth
her walls begin to shake                                                   soothes her skin
and the castle goes crashing down                                    they laugh as she cuts her skin
                                                                                       praying for the end,
                                                                                       her tears stream down
Her dress is torn                                                                 
her shoes are soaked                                                       She hears them talking about her
she's in a darkroom                                                          behind those walls that close in
there's no one left around                                                 they're the only ones
                                                                                       who knew her story 
                                                                                       she's the girl who's screaming inside
The sharp voice screams at her                                        picking up bags of hate
her walls are breaking down                                            every single day
she can no longer fight
it's hard to stay on track                                                   Her emotions claw at the exit
                                                                                        she can no longer bare anymore
She digs her grave                                                            like a tiger that grabs its prey 
and runs the sharp teeth                                                    her thoughts take the best of her
across her skin
                                                                                        Picking up her only friend
The queen has died                                                           making the way across her neck
the grief is back                                                                the razor blade saved her
death has killed this kingdom                                              
And now it's tracing another...                                          blood pours down her chest
                                                                                       it's over now
... Ready for the kill.                                                        no more pain to go...
                                                                                        
                                                                                        ... Now she only hopes to be missed.