i did not die, which I assume a few of you thought since I never ended up getting back on this site until now. I was deceived and betrayed. To make a long story short, I called jackie’s house, she told me she wanted to be best friends with me and that she truly cared [...]
Archive for March, 2012
I don’t have any purpose. I am not cared for, or serve any importance. I’m fucked up. I think I’m going to do it. I’m going to finally finish what I started, and kill myself.
I hate waking up to a new day. I loath the way people smile in the mornings. I can’t stand the sun shining, too much light. I pass the day watching the clock, waiting for the daylight to end. Darkness brings peace. Darkness brings quiet. In the dark, problems fade.
I have things i should probably be doing but they remind me of things i dont want to remember. Life is so tragic in almost every sense. For once i want good things, things that stay and don’t just dissolve at any given moment. I want to save myself and build an amazing person with all these [...]
Dress me from the bottom Work you’re way up high And look at me Look me in the eyes See my past See my pain See my actions As I wane I want to forget Forget it all As I tumble as I fall Now look at me All around How do I look? Do [...]
I wish i had the courage to die, i wish i werent such a wimp and would just do the deed. I honestly can’t find a reason to live anymore. Any help i get is just a waste, any ‘hope’ story is just depressing. Everything is depressing. I just can’t take it. I can’t be [...]
You know those long walks I go on at night? Oh wait… no they don’t know about it because they won’t listen. But do you know what I think about? I think about how horrible a person I am. If I am such a horrible and frustrating person, then I deserve to die and I [...]
What if I told you I don’t belong here? He asked, what do you mean, here at school or on this world? I answered with on this world He said he was scared I was scaring him He didn’t know what to say He asked me if I was talking about suicide I told him [...]
she was like a mom to me, a figure i never had before,i loved her when she was gone, and i hated her when she was around, she was either in an over protective mood were she drove me crazy, or in a cool person mood, were you could tell her anything and not be [...]
Some days, the fog seems to lift and I begin to see hope for my future But I still hate the sunny days It’s only the cloudy days for me Just without the fog My brains seems to step up the to the plate And I can concentrate on something again But some days, I [...]