I am ugly. I am fat. I am everything you say I am.
I am a btch. I am a slut. I am nothing compared to you.
I am stupid. I am horrible. I am worthless and a fat cow.
I am a horrible person. I hate myself and want to die.
All because you told me I was these things.
All because you bullied me. I can barely speak.
I have lost everyone. I believe it’s because
I am small.
No one would want a stupid btch like me.
No one would care if I died.
No one would mourn if I died.
No one would see me if I cried.
Everyone caused me to not be able to cry.
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there is something about you. i don’t know what it is.
You can change yourself. Surround yourself with new people. Better people. Work on your own image until you accept who you are.
Sometimes surrounding yourself with better people isn’t possible. It isn’t easy you say. Keep that in mind.
I’m confused..
they’re pretty much saying that influence is what makes you feel that way. and I doubt it is, people are mean and your surrounded by it and you can’t escape it. I’m going through the same thing.
(Browneyed’s Mom)
When people say that you are dumb, fat and ugly, it really is all about how they feel about themselves. Sometimes the only way they can feel better about themselves is to make someone else feel low(er) then they feel, or ugly(er) then they feel, etc. We can’t rely on others to determine what we are, and who knows what kinds of standards they have, they may be impossible to meet!
It’s hard, I know, but don’t give up. There are many second chances in life; a second chance to make new friends, to find a new direction, to solve a problem. It may not be at this location, or in this job, or with this person, but you can always start over and try again. Remember, where there is life, there is hope!
And what about where there is death..? Freedom from this pain.
where there is death, there is still pain. maybe not for you, but maybe for others
Nobody cares truely about me…
I truly care about you You seem wonderful and I would like to be friends.
I have given up…
but why
Because there is no point at this point… All I feel ever is pain.. Pain.. Pain..
I feel that way the only thing keeping me here is the fact that I’m 13 and have no way of obtaining a gun or cyanide. and bleeding to death would take too long. I just release my pain into poetry. I just gotta wait til’ summer when they open this red tower thing and I’ll jump.
I am no longer afraid to jump…
I’m not afraid either. well I kinda am. death is scary. but it’s better than…well living in hell
Agreed
I like you you seem very down to earth and cool. are you 13 or older or younger?
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