This is such a beautiful, yet sad song that I thought I would share it with all of you…
Faith
Faith
I am young, a person who would be considered "to young to die". But to me age is only a number. I have no been like this forever. It was only when I was able to step back and fully observe myself, my life, the world...from a new, wiser, older perspective that I realized how horribly wrong I am; how wrong everything is. I have always been alone, but only now am I lonely. I wish I could be with people, and then in the rare situation when I am with people I do not want to be with them. They behave as animals in my mind. Many people say I am beyond my years. I look at the world from a different perspective than most my age. I find the company of older people better and more attractive than those of my own age. I am quiet, but my eyes do not lie. That is my worst trait. People can see my pain, my anguish, my anger, all reflected there. It repels them, whether they realize it or not. I don't even know why I am here. I came across this site when I Googled the lyrics for a song I am writing. I guess I feel attracted to a place where people like me are. All I have left now is music. I sing, but only in my own presence. I write lyrics, but not music. Its a way for me to express my feelings. I cut as well. I started recently. I do not do it in patterns or even daily. Only when I most need to escape. I have a few friends over the internet, but only one knows me for who I am. I don't know what else to write, but if this site has a message program I suppose whoever is interested enough can message me..As long as you do not inquire about my age.
I’m so tired of it all. My mother is putting me under an enormous amount of pressure to get all of this school work done by the end of may, but I know I cannot do it. Even if I stopped talking to internet friends and reading, I would still not get it done in time. With one of my classes, which conveniently, is the hardest one for me, I can do it through the summer. But my mother came into my room last night screaming her head off about me finishing it and that I would not do it over the summer. She is […]
I don’t know why sometimes I can feel insanely happy and joyful, yet at the same time, sad and depressed. Its like there are two sides of me fighting eachother. I can’t get away from them. And yesterday, for the first time, I wondered: if I die, will it really all go away? will I actually be free? I find it almost hard to imagine that there is a peaceful place anywhere in the universe.
The worst part of everything is that I have to be human. I have to walk around in this cursed, ugly body. I feel as though can’t escape from it either. […]
I remember the first time I actually thought about suicide. I was doing the dishes, and I broke a coffee pot. The only damn coffee pot. I was so sick of everything, of doing every fucking thing wrong, I just started screaming. And then that’s when I heard my mother’s voice. She said, “The knife’s in the drawer. Cut off your singer and you’ll be dead in five minutes. I walked over to the drawer, pulled out the knife, and pressed it to my finger, then my wrist. Hard. Until I winced and pulled it back. I spent the rest of the day sobbing under […]