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I haven't written in a while and It's not that I've had nothing to say It's because I have grown to neglect and reject the way I feel, Instead of injecting and reflecting the mix of confusion...
To all the people who think tonight's the night. Who are thinking of picking up the blade again. Who aren't eating. Who are bending over the toilet. Please, please try to resist.
Where is that cheerful guy I used to know. I look in the mirror and it's like I don't even recognize myself. I look so down and tired, I don't see that guy that was so happy so long ago.
Just a few days ago I read some words that would make me stop loving a person after 10years. On the same day my own sister kicked me out from the apartment we share.
Chapter Forty One Everything Hurts Caden lied on his bed, while letting his phone ring.
#opussweeklychallenge He stared back at me, a gun in his hand Blood on his knuckles, Blonde hair like sand His green eyes told me stories He alone could never tell I saw the scars on his arms, He...
They ask me how am I They're just going to pass by They don't want to hear the answer They talk of my height Besides of my weight Is that all that matters. To them Am I what. What am I.
#sundayrepost I have a fear, that my alarm wont go off, or i wont hear its familiar sound, in the morning i may miss my train on the London Underground.
Eyes, you are banned From seeing anymore. I am sick of these heart skips, At every slam of every door. Ears, no more listening Out for pretty voices.
I wonder if you'll experience what you did to me. Would you find it lonely sitting under a tree. On your own with a seat for one. When the clouds are always blocking the sun.
I'd say goodbye. "Peter" Saying his name over and over. I was going to scream. I was. I was. I was. "Peter. Peter. Peterrrr" The name was being sung now. "Shut up. Shut up.
They only care if you're pretty or dead That's what I think They have the power to heal your wounded soul Yet they drive you to the brink How can people be so cruel To turn their back on a friend To...
I stepped in the elevator on my deepest of days. Thinking of the sorrow I've endured for years. Thinking about the scars on my wrists and stomach. Thinking about why they are there.
The girl is told shes ugly. The boy is told he should be dead. The girl is mocked for her clothes. The boy can hardly sleep in bed. The girl sits alone eating her lunch.
#selfharmawarenessday I would write a poem, but self-harm has been quite a controversial subject on Opuss as of late.
There's no music. Guilt. Shame. Anger. Yes. But not music. Half awake. Apart from that stupid bass beat from next door. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump . . . Never changing. Relentless. Mindless.
Relax. Calm down. Calm. . . Down. Glance around me. Scan the room. ' Look at this place.' Chaos. Unwashed plates iced with congealed fat. Empty beer cans doubling as ash trays.
No one understands the stress, No one gets the trouble, Often I wish I was them, Outside my little bubble.
dear mum Don't know if you'll ge t this letter not sure if ill be allowed to send it actually, they say I've been naughty. but theyve let me have my paper so I will write it anyway.
Dear --------, I'm hurt by so many things right now.
You're looking in the mirror. Tears streaming down your face. I've fought with every ounce of strength. To take you from this place. But my words provide no comfort. And my actions seem to fail.
i'm not worthy of capital letters. i'm not worthy of your time. i am not worth a nickel,. a penny, quarter, or dime. i am small and frail. i am weak and poor.
Please read.
The "gay boy" you punched in the hall today. Committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut today in class. She's a virgin. The boy you called lame.