Mental Health jokes
What makes a depressed kid happy? ..... A bridge.
What do you call a group of Emo kids?
Suicide Squad.
What jumps and never let's go?
An Emo kid.
I bet all Emos want to be like their biggest influencers some day.
Dead.
Why do Emos want to be the "Scene" these days?
The only thing I've "Scene" from them is their suicide rate climbing, it's starting to climb quicker than they did to get to the top of whatever they jumped off.
brb makin' tic tac toe boards on myself.
I am always high, welcome to bipolar disorder. LMAO. (Don't bother to like or comment, I just had to say this.)
I don't struggle with self-harm, I do it everyday.
Why do people like dating us emo girls? Because of the texture on our thighs.
You know what really gets me under my skin when I'm down? Sharpener blades.
I constantly wonder how people can live happily ever after, but then I realized that antidepressants don't make you OD.
How do you get a depressed person out of a tree?
You cut the rope.
Are you suicide? Because you are always on my mind.
When I get home from school, I always lay on my floor crying and wishing I was dead.
1 minute silence for those who still think thoughts can't kill you.
My friend: "Ess, stop with the self-harm jokes it's not funny."
Me: "C'mon it's not that deep."
If I don't find a reason to live soon, my ceiling fan isn't the only thing that's gonna be hanging from my ceiling.
Roses are red, life has no meaning, voices in my head, are constantly screaming.
I can't fake the smile for long, as there is weight hanging at both of its ends called depression.
I wouldn't call a Suicide Help-line even if my life depended on it.
So, there's Fred and Frank. Now, they've been friends for years, but Fred, see, he's depressed. Badly.
Either way, so F+F are texting each other, and here's how it goes: (this is my first joke, so please don't judge too harshly)
Frank: Yo
Fred: Hi...
Frank: U heard about de competition?
Fred: Yeah...
Frank: You wanna hang out?
Fred: .......
Frank: What? I've got some noose (news) for you.
Fred: ...I(
Frank: Fine.... I guess we need to think of a plan, though. We don't wanna be hanging on the end.
Fred: *sigh* You know....you really can't rope me into this competition.
Mom: You will make me kill myself.
Me who has cut first: I'll kill myself ✨first✨!
You can understand depression if you are still in school and get bullied by bullies, punished by teachers, and scolded by parents for being that quiet kid who says nothing.