I’m not afraid to die. Actually I prefered if someone would kill me now. Remove the burden I place on everyone’s hearts. I cut and I feel better. Everyone says I’m sick but am I really? I’ve found release. Please let me die already
Cutting and full of anxiety but all he cares about is the fact I hung out with his roommate while he was at work.. I’m the bad one. Can I just die yet?
I cut myself knowing fully I want attention. Not just for that though. To release that endorphin to feel calm and relaxed and at peace with the world. I cut today to push on them through out the next few days to remember how little I’m loved. If I remember no one loves me then I wont ever get my hopes up to have them crushed
He has no idea he hurt me
He will never know he abused me
Tore my soul wide open
I hold onto the pain
Like a terrible broken treasure
It’s mine
Only mine
You’re stronger than me
Now we know
You get your way
Now I know
Are you proud?
It wasn’t my first
But I will never forget
The night you thought I was playing
The night you fought for my love
Took the “love” you wanted
I keep the clothes to never forget
The night that zipper broke
My reminder to never trust a guy
Now no one will know
Not even you.
Today is a day I don’t want to live
I don’t want to breath
I don’t want to smile
Thinking is out of the question
I want to cry and scream
I go through so many days just doing life
When I sit down and think about life
I drop
My mental thoughts decline
my smile fades to tears
I lose it
spending time on my own is bad
i decline to suicide
Death is pending
life is lengthy
I feel i have done my amount of time containing all the hurt i need
the broken hearts are unbearable
My life needs to stop
But i breath through another day
I’m crying..
Worked myself right into an anxiety attack
I’m trying to move out
The high months on rent scare me
I can barely breath
And I’m crying ..
Help!?
It’s one of those days I don’t want to move from my bed or see anyone
…
If her tears fall with no one around
Would you still be able to see it?
Somedays are hard
Others are harder
Choices are made that change her world
They can never be replaced
The love she had now fades to grey
As the passion she holds smolders to ash
All she can do is wallow and cry but,
If her tears fall with no one around
Would you still be able to see it?
The bitterness of life is unbearable
The pain that continues is crippling
She wonders if it ever subsides
The answer turns to no And everything continues
They go about their day knowing they are loved
She goes home […]
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…
The blood drips down her leg
Wondering what she did to deserve this
The life flows from the wounds she created.
The blade and blood is her true form of accepting.
Caring. Loving. Trusting,
All having sick and twisted definitions in her head.
Everyone hates her so why should she try?
Questions continuously swallowing the silence
The love she feels is false and empty
She has become bitter and broken but goes unnoticed.
The hard shell she has is not to keep you out,
Rather to keep her pieces contained
She once loved with her whole existence..
Worthless she feels.
The blood drips to the floor
The lights get blurry
Maybe this way […]