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Her arm lay there, Streaked with white, Scars laced her skin, They shone with moonlight, She raised the knife, Ready to cut, To unleash the pain, That had been building up, She looked down at her...
I am a fighter. But I am getting tired. I need a break. From always being wired. I just want a break from running around. Want to think about nothing for a while. Want to play my music really loud.
How do we manage to get here . to that stage of no return, can't see through the clouds of despair and doubt, when we crave for love- we yearn..
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A pen and paper. Words in my head. Hours sitting there. And not a single. Word written. I'm losing it. My mind is dulling. Loosing its shape. My imagination. Lost its color. Seeping from my heart.
Attention is the most addictive drug ever invented. He was her dealer. There's always been something selfish about the satisfaction of talking someone out of suicide. Putting down the knife.
At the moment I feel so alone. I move between two houses because my parents are divorce. At both homes all I do is sit in my room alone.
"For years, I have surrounded myself With the most fucked up people.
This spooky short story does contain content that some may find upsetting...I'm sorry if it does. Jenna was a young girl having a good time.
It starts..... a simple thought that grows and expands like a tumour that eats through my hand But slips ....
It is OK to talk, About feeling suicidal. Don't feel the need to walk, Even if your emotions are tidal. There is no good time. No easier path. It isn't a crime, To work out the math.
I change my hair and make-up Almost ten times a day, In hopes that someone see's me, That you might glance my way.
Graceful in autumn days. You're a symbol of peace. Under summers haze. There's more to be seen. Marked upon wrists. A symbol of many thoughts. From committing suicide.
What do you do when you feel sad. I feel like there's something heavy inside me. I don't feel like moving or saying anything. My heart sighs as if nothing is going right.
I want to close my eyes And fall into the Never-ending slumber Of dreams against reality. Listen to my heart beating And nothing else Would possibly matter.
*a very close friend has been inflicting pain on themselves and I can only imagine how bad it must be for them.
She is losing it She wants to find some way to let out the anger she has bottled up Her feelings are ready to implode What can she do.
Outside is fear Inside is steady Outside is the unknown Inside I'm ready Outside I panic and double up in pain ...
I'm grasping for air but there is none. Once again This fucking emptiness has won. The battle of worthlessness. Simple. I'm nothing, I confess. Shadows I embrace. It's still clear.
Please forgive me father For I have sinned I confess to hurting him I never meant to I confess to hurting myself In spite to help him You see, Father He means so much to me I confess to badgering I...
I just wanted you to hear me say That that fake smile you wore today, Made me think back to a life; Of tired lies and empty strife.
I hate society. The pressurisation from every thing you see. Every magazine you glance at. Perfection is key; but what is this perfection. Do you know. I obviously dont...
(Inspired by someone's words that touched me today). Most people don't want to hear. The sullen voice of a lonely soul. No desire to be brought down. Afraid of the deep dark hole.
Okay, so I might be in love with my Bestfriend. Only a little bit. I mean he is the only person whose stuck around in my life enough to notice when things aren't right.