Quotes About Despair

When depression visits I shall hang myself to the sound of my lover's breathing

They will love me for that which destroys me the sword in my dreams the dust of my thoughts the sickness that breeds in the folds of my mind

only love can save me and love has destroyed me

M The heat is going out of me. C The heart is going out of me. B I feel nothing, nothing. I feel nothing.

You can only kill yourself if you're not already dead.

I sing without hope on the boundary

No one can hate me more than I hate myself.

I won't be able to think. I won't be able to work. Nothing will interfere with your work like suicide

drowning in a sea of logic this monstrous state of palsy

Nothing can extinguish my anger. And nothing can restore my faith. This is not a world in which I wish to live.

Burning in a hot tunnel of dismay, my humiliation complete as I shake without reason and stumble over words and have nothing to say about my 'illness' which anyway amounts only to knowing that there's no point in anything because I'm going to die.

Let the day perish in which I was born Let the blackness of night terrify it Let the stars of its dawn be dark May it not see the eyelids of the morning Because it did not shut the door of my mother's womb

Frica e cea care m? Å£ine departe de ÅŸinele de tren. Sper din suflet ca moartea s? fie sfârÅŸitul. M? simt de parc? aÅŸ avea optzeci de ani. M-am s?turat de via?? ÅŸi mintea mea vrea s? moar?.

I've only ever written to escape from hell - and it's never worked - but at the other end of it when you sit there and watch something and think that's the most perfect expression of hell that I felt then maybe it was worth it.

I have reached the end of this dreary and repugnant tale of a sense interned in an alien carcass and lumpen by the malignant spirit of the moral majority...

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you for rejecting me by never being there, fuck you for making me feel like shit about myself, fuck you for bleeding the fucking love and life out of me, fuck my father for fucking up my life for good and fuck my mother for not leaving him, but most of all, fuck you God for making me love a person who does not exist. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.

There's not a drug on earth can make life meaningful

If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.

Have you made any plans? Take an overdose, slash my wrists then hang myself. All those things together? It couldn't possibly be misconstrued as a cry for help.

No one survives life.

Built to be lonely to love the absent. Find me Free me from this corrosive doubt futile despair horror in repose. I can fill my space fill my time but nothing can fill this void in my heart.

I'm tired of my life and my mind wants to die.

I dread the loss of her I've never touched love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears I gnaw my tongue with which to her I can never speak I miss a woman who was never born I kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meet Everything passes Everything perishes Everything palls my thought walks away with a killing smile leaving discordant anxiety which roars in my soul No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope

Depression doesn't just steal the depressed person's capacity for joy. It throws its mantle over everything he has ever done and everything he could ever do. The depressed person dies not to save himself from the world but to save the world from himself. In this case the word depression makes clear sense; he is pressed down, forever.