I take the blade from my dresser, sliding my fingers against it, just feeling the blade..it’s cold and sharp..exactly how I like them to be. I pull up my hoodie sleeve, swiftly letting the blade hover over my wrist. I push the blade down, and with a quick movement, it’s all over. The blood pours down my hand, dripping onto the shirt my Father had given me. I’m dizzy now. Not knowing what’s going on. I try to stand, but fall. Blood is now on my clothes and face. I lay there, color fading to black_________________________________________________________dead.
Death Angel
Death Angel
"I will make it go away, can't be here no more. Seems this is the only way, I will soon be gone. These feelings will be gone."
Tell me I’m beautiful. Tell me my life has a pourpose. Tell me that I’m loved. I will never hear that….which hurts the most….”Gray would be the color, if I had a heart.”
I have a routine I go by everyday. I bleed, cry and die. I wish I was able to fly. It would make everything better. I write a letter, stating that my time has come. Will you know who it’s from? I crawl in this hole, not wanting to be found. There is no love, no warmth, not a sound. Rotting slowly inside. Feel like I’m caught in a tide. Drowing, can’t breath.
My sister is dead. My cousin is dead. My father hates me, that’s why he left. My mom loves her fiance’s dick more than she loves me. I have no friends. If I did they wouldn’t even care if I was on the brink of suicide. Everyone uses me. They hate me. I’m nothing but just a fat, stupid, emo, gothic, ugly, worthless piece of shit. They don’t care. You don’t care. I don’t care. I’m dead..
You have taken away everything from me. My relationship with my mom, my love for my family, and my life. I hate you. I’m slipping. Falling. Dying. I dont want any help. I want everyone to take turns stabbing and shooting me. Alone…..forever..
I am dying slowly. No one’s there to save me from this hell..razor blades have become my best friends. Ciggarettes have become a routine. If I tell you, you run to the Child Protective Services like you always do. I can’t tell you nothing..you don’t care anyways. I might as well take this razor to my wrist and cut, before I have to see you for Christmas. It would make me feel so much better to watch the blood swiftly slide down my arm. Draining the life out of me. I might just do it now..my mom might send me to a Pysch Ward, […]
Born into a loving, caring. happy family. Life was so sweet then. What’s this bitterness that surounds me? Where did it come from? That’s right. It came from you. You were gone all through the night. In the morning, you were passed out on the couch. I remember the words you said to me that night. I was in my bedroom, I thought you were coming to tell me you love me and sweet dreams but you said “I’m not just divorcing your Mother, I’m divorcing you kids.” Those words are stuck to my brain. Why have you left me? What did I do wrong? […]
These cuts are supposed to be getting better. You replace them with your harsh words and actions. I feel so small. I have no hero. I just want to end everything. I don’t understand people when they say that life is beautiful. Life is bullshit. I hate breathing, I hate the blood pumping through my body. Please take everything away. I want death so bad. I can’t handle life. Kill me. Make me suffer. Tear me apart. Cut out my heart. Kill me damnit. Death is coming.
I sit in this dark corner, dry tears hardly dripping down my cheek. You’re the only person that is on my mind, now my life is so bleak. You weren’t there, when I was down. You didn’t care, when I had a frown. So where are you now, may I ask? Probably sipping from that dirty flask. Are you thinking of me? Do you even care? I have always wanted to ask you, but I didn’t dare. I’m terrified of you. Your hurtful looks. I try to lose them in these Edgar Allan Poe books. I’m lost now. Can’t you see? That’s right, you […]