Well looks like I’m back, you can never truly escape depression. Its just a horrible thing. It clings onto you and hides until it feels like striking sometimes it never goes away. I guess mine never went away. It’s amazing. I’m 15 now. Been a while since I’ve been on here. Ha.
As I contemplate this thing called life I can’t help but get Sad, Furious, and frustrated. Why would anyone put me on this planet let alone birth me. I DONT WANT TO BE HERE does anyone understand. Cause if you do thats great. I’m pissed off and unstable with emotion right now so I put into my writing. I don’t want anyone knowing my secret. Although plenty do so why not just say it, the world knows anyways. Everyone knows everything because that’s how it is.
This world is not hell. hell is something we walk around with all our lives. It’s basically in my back […]
Although you may think of me
as a Suicidal Teen. I don’t think of myself like that.
I think of myself as trying to be saved cause I know there’s still that
one slither of hope.
So next time you see me know I’m really trying here,
and not just letting my fears win ; there pretty damn close to
overcoming me if I do say so myself.
If life is just a game and it’s not fair,
why don’t you sit and stare
at the knife you have lodged in my back,
while your mind still screams “Attack Attack”
So today I found out that I’m failing a class. I’m so disappointed and ashamed in myself cause I used to be the girl in the front of the room telling you the answer to problem 7 and earning good grades. Now I’m the girl in the back of the class room asking you for the answer to number 7 and receiving bad grades. I get told constantly that I could do better , but when I try my best can still get improvement.
I get told to ask the teacher for help but I don’t want to. 1. Because I feel dumb and ashamed, and […]
I’m afraid to ask so I don’t instead
I’m afraid to walk, get out of bed.
I’m afraid to soar right through the sky
cause suicide is my kryptonite.
I’m afraid to tell you that I love you so
cause if I do I’m sure you’ll go.
I’m afraid that if I tell you something
you’ll treat that secret like its nothing.
I’m afraid of a lot but with fear
comes strength.
What do you do when you’re ready to go, but don’t want to at the same time?
What do you do when everyone you’ve ever had love for, turns that love into the hate you have for then today?
What do you say when the person you want to love forever, doesn’t love you back?
What do you do when you want to love, but all you’ve felt was hate?
One day in the middle of class
while everyone was working,
my eyes filled with tears
because I knew
they were thinking about
their work
or friends
or after school
but all I could think of
was how much I’d rather
be at the top of a building
about to jump