The other day I attempted suicide. I tried to OD (overdose) and failed. And today I cut my legs badly.
I told my best friends about me attempting and now they are ignoring me.
I fuck up everything. :c
I suffer everyday so I can stay here for someone I love who doesn’t love me, and for my other best friend.
In the end, it probably doesn’t matter.
So, I’ve liked a guy for 10 months now. And yesterday, while talking to him…I was hit with this feeling toward him. It was overwhelming, but amazing. It’s like… All feelings were built together and thrown at me. I can’t stop thinking about him. We talk everyday for endless hours, until one of us falls asleep. I have strong feelings toward him, but I don’t know what I am exactly feeling. v.v’
One word becomes hundreds, thousands, millions. Haters out to make a killin’. Suicide is a deep and dirty thought, but hell. None of this is gonne stop. So I grab a rope, a blade, and some pills. Something to end this monster Something to help me kill. I wish someone could have saved me, but no one would. See, I was Ms. Little Misunderstood. An outcast to society, a target to my generation. All of it seems to be a misled occasion. Seems to me as Im unwanted, here. So tonight I’m leaving but who would even care? Tie the rope to my fan, […]
You look at a crowd of people.
You see one girl.
You walk up to her.
The word whore comes out of your mouth.
You laugh. Your friends laugh.
She frowns.
You walk away
Happy with who you chose.
Everyday.
You said a new word to her.
Fat
Ugly
Worthless.
And each time
You laughed.
One day
She isn’t in the hallway
She isn’t anywhere in sight.
You frown today.
Because your target isn’t here.
After lunch.
Everyone is called to the gym
You make your way
To your friends
You all laugh
Because you all are judging her
When she isn’t even present.
Once there was a girl. She hid her face, because she knew she was different. No one ever gave her a second glance. Her mother disapproved of her, her father was an angel in heaven who loved her for her true self. No one got to know her. No one at all. One day pain took over, depriving her off her happiness. 1 wound became 100, 200, 300. Her arms, legs, thighs and sides all contained her scars. She never considered them as just scars, but as battle scars. She looked in a mirror, displeased at what she saw. “Why can’t I be beautiful?” She […]
I decided my suicide date is going to be 6.28.13 (June 28). I’m probably going to just take some pills, but I’m not forsure yet. Im just worthless, stupid, ugly, fat, Im nothing. Im useless to the world. I have no one anymore..