I have made the decision to end my life. I don’t have anything to live for anymore. I don’t know when I will do this but the sooner the better. I am going to swallow some poison berries that grow on our property they kill you in minutes and there isn’t an antidote. I thank everyone here for their help but I just can’t do it anymore…
I can’t go on anymore. Â The pain is to much for me to handle, no one wants me, my mother kicked me out, my father is on the brink. My life is just lies. LIes about school, love, and health. I am not fine…so why do I keep saying I am? I am broken and bruised the only way I feel anything is when the cool metal of the blade touches my skin, I promised I would stop. I can’t .
Death th constant in my life- thoughts,actions,success- my goal, my one and only goal
Everyday I fight off the demons. Everyday I act like I’m okay. Everyday I creep a bit closer to insanity….
I can’t stop thinking about death. The thought of it scares me less and less as the days go by and that in itself terrifies me. I contemplate the slipping away into darkness, and I smile at the thought of never having to cry or feel again…
I have the means, but not the courage and that makes me want it even more. It’s like a forbidden fruit…
Apprehension. It describes my life in some ways.
Apprehensive about the future,
my secrets,
a crush,
the punishments,
and the pain…
I am most apprehensive on how I will survive the summer.
Full days shut in the house with my mum nowhere to go…
To be honest the thought scares me shitless….
My mother: she is a mean person. I don’t mean mean like most teenagers do when they say stuff like: “God my mom is so mean she took my phone”. She is horrible to me I get told at least once a week that I am horrible, I am stupid, I don’t deserve to have her love, and I am the worst daughter in the world. I stem the pain of her words with physical pain, pain that I can control. I live a constant lie and I hate every second of it. Every Monday I feel like SHIT and I go to school anyway […]
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