This morning I found myself clutching my wrist. There was a bag of razors in the bathroom, my dad was watchin tv, it wouldn’t have been hard to just end it all right there. I dont want to kill myself, I want to be killed. I pray for someone to just run me over, to get my kidnapped by terrorists and shot in the head. I want someone to just do me a favor. Am I being selfish for wanting to leave my family? Do people on this earth really need me or am I just flattering myself? I just dont know anymore. I give up…
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I’m a thirteen year old girl who seems like I have a comfortable, normal life. but that’s only what I let people see about my life. since December, 2015, my life changed. It started with one nightmare about the people I care about dying, but then it became reoccurring and it became worse. I started having horrible visions about death and even people I didn’t know were dying. One day I found the courage to talk to my mom about it and she seemed really upset and confused. She even told me she didn’t know how to help me. While […]