I’m sick of crying. I’m sick of fighting.
I’m done with living and I’m done with breathing.
I cut myself to feel alive, to know I’m still here.
I’m crying myself to sleep, hiding my pain from everyone.
I bottle it up inside and now it’s getting to much.
The only way I can help myself, would be to cut deeper, harder.
Make sure its sharper and pointier. So the pain is hard to stand.
I’m over life.
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I kinda followed along your posts, knowing that you are 16~17, and having some boys trouble.
Is that still relevant to your post today?
Have you asked why you wanted/needed that boy so badly? Is he worth all the pain and suffering?
hi dear
i understand what you are feeling
even i love her a lot but she is gone.i don’t know what to do.if you feel too lonely then come and talk with me..
Nah, its not about him.