I’m 15 years old and i have been wanting to kill myself for at least 3 to 5 years.
The only thing holding me back is my family and what my death would do to them – That and the fact that i’m kind of nervous about successfully manage to kill myself.
I’m scared of what’s next – do we get reincarnated? or do we stay in either eternal hell or paradise?
I’m scared for my family – will they cope? will they hate me?
I’m scared of how they will deal with it.
I’m not scared of pain – I’ve been cutting myself for years.
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There are no more tears to shed
How many goodbyes have i left unsaid?
Did it hurt to see me die?
I know it hurt to see you cry.
I didn’t mean to be so cruel.
I know i broke all your rules.
I wish i could be normal again.
I wish i didn’t have to pretend.
All the lies and underlying hate,
will still be with me at Hell’s gate.
The hate, not for you, but for me,
is the kind that kills, it killed me.
So you see, i killed myself,
It’s not your fault.
So don’t blame yourself, you did okay.
I didn’t tell anyone i felt this way.
You may have guessed but brushed it off.
Maybe you’ll be […]
i want to go home
So tired of being myself but myself is all i know
i want to die so desperately but am scared to leave people behind
but that’s all i’ve been doing lately-Â hurting what was mine
I hate to think of what my death would cause so i keep postponing it, hurting myself even more
i don’t know why i live this way, if you can call it living
wake up, hate myself, think, ‘what’s the point doing this anymore?’
Each day brings a deeper cut, stepping that bit closer to the edge
i’m getting to that stage where i don’t i can pretend i’m alright anymore
it hurts when people close to me don’t even realize what’s wrong – or […]
She’ll paint a lovely picture
But this story has a twist
Her paint brush is a razor
Her canvas is her wrist
I think I’ll draw the same picture
The picture with a twist
I’ll draw mine with a blade
I’ll draw mine on my wrist
Too often we don’t realize what we have until it’s gone.
Too often we’re too stubborn to say “Sorry I was wrong.”
Too often it seems we hurt the ones closest to our hearts,
and we let the most foolish things tear us apart.
1,000 hearts that bleed red,
1,000 ‘i love you’s left unsaid,
1,000 tears that i have shed,
i wanna forget you,
but your whispers scream inside my head