Whats the point…every single day iys supposed to get better right?…it doesnt it gets worse. The more I hold back the more it hurts. I dont like talking to people. Sympathy will only go so far. They will never understand what it feels like to scream while crying themselves to sleep or to not be able to show your arms because they are covered in scars from slashing their wrists everytime they take a shower…
12 comments
I cut my arms up really bad during my teenage years. You know the blood is pretty to look at and I can’t stop admiring the color. When you split your skin the blood that comes out the color it’s like a rose. How you feel is on similar lines to mine. I too have held back my tears for so long. These days I’m afraid it’s going to overwhelm me on any given occasion.
I hope you do much better than me. Smile, even if it’s forced it’ll learn to stick.
My whole left arm is ruined. Im almost seventeen…i dont know what I want anymore. Im about to graduate by suicide is always a frequent thought so I never bother to plan ahead for my future.
Suicide is a tempting escape. Cutting too. I’m still what people would call a masochist or rather a cutter. My left arm has a bunch of recent scars. They have healed over in a short period of time. Maybe I wasn’t cutting deep enough. The pain feels too good to stop plus it distracts me from my problems. But cutting really isn’t a healthy coping mechanism. Perhaps you’ll be a little happier if you find hobbies?
Hobbies are just like cutting…they don’t last forever. I love music and love going to concerts but as son as I get home that night I forget it ever happened.i just get more upset.i wonder why I have to be teased with the feeling of happiness.why I can’t experience it all the time
I hope I’m not the one doing the teasing. Sorry.
But you say hobbies are like cutting and that they don’t last forever. It could maybe also apply to unhappiness. The negative emotions could also be transient.
Then again, often times it always comes back to bite you.
My god, being human and being able to feel such disappointment is too cruel.
I wrote a poem for my parents that il probably never give them…would you like to read it and tel me if its any good?
Sure. I’ll read your poem.
If only you knew about my lack of faith or the amount of pills I used to take to mask the pain that you’ve inflicted if only you knew about how much my thoughts have shifted…all thanks to you. As I sit there watching my blood drop down the drain with nothing but demented suicidal thoughts on my brain I start to tell myself a story of this girl who has this perception in which she dreams of perfection but she doesn’t say it allowed cause she’s afraid to face the crowd that girl is me and its ask thanks to the bruises you gave me…sorry it kinda sucks
WOW! Your poem doesn’t suck. Poetry is good for the soul. Two people I used to know always wrote poetry to convey their innermost feelings. I’d say yours is beautifully honest and brave. Keep it up, you’re good. I’m not lying, trust me.
I like to write. I have an assignment to write a life paper about my goals and philosophy in life.I’m scared ipod what my teacher wil sassy when he rads what I have to say.
I like to write. I have an assignment to write a life paper about my goals and philosophy in life.I’m scared about what my teacher wil sassy when he rads what I have to say.
Cool. Writing is a good form of venting and expressing yourself. It’s also nice that you get to go to concerts. I only ever get to watch concerts on the satellite. Love her or hate her I watched Lady Gaga’s show although I missed about 1 hour or so. Eh.
I liked your poem. If you could maybe you could post more.