My grandmother broke my mind and my soul. She devastated me for the last ten years.
Not only her but other people, things too.
How much more do l have to endure?
Is this world real? You can’t decide, and what is real? There might be something real inside but how can real and unreal coexist?
It’s hard living with this old woman in this house
I never met a real human, the way l need a human to be, l’m always disappointed.
Is this life, society, world like a prison?
Why do people hurt other people? Why does this/it happens?
Other people killed my mind
I hate this life. I’m stupid, l wish l had my own place, it sucks living with other people l clash with, they are killing me
I had this thought of killing some people but l don’t act on it
I dont know who can really help me with my problems
I’m hurting everyday for many years
Do you like the place where you live? Why?
Where would you like to stay?
Do you consider yourself strong, weak, both or neither?
How ready do you feel about dying? What keeps you here?
What do you think about your family members?
What do they think of you?
What do you like or don’t about your life? What do you need to make it better?
Do you have someone who really cares about you? Do you care about someone? Who?
I wish it was easier to connect with others, warm hearted people.
I wish things were different, this world was different.
If something were to happen to you, putting you and being in a mortal danger would there be someone to help you?
I dont know how much can l hold on
Thinking about doing something
I live in this prison, there is no escape
I want to do it but not totally
I want to find a solution
I wanna die
I cannot believe how mean and cold they are
There are no real people anymore. They just play a predetermined role.
I’m sure that even after l die it won’t be much better than this life.
My life is boring, l wish l had more adventurous life.
Do you know what can help you? To be yourself around other people.
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An Angel’s Suicide
The angel who was guarding me committed suicide today
Driven by the catharsis effect
On those who want to do good.
There’s only me and my inner demons
Maybe they got to the angels’ heaven,
I stayed in the demons’ inferno,
I’m ready to fight until the last redoubt,
I won’t be taken down easily, I’m as ready as a brute,
Still I wonder why he did this,
Why he thought he could no longer face it,
There can be many reasons, clenched teeth,
The angels no longer get their wings, they’re murdered.
We should crucify more Jesuses
To wash away the mountain […]
For all my bad, negative moments someone or something had to contribute.
I have endured years of pain, agony, discomfort, unpleasentness, yuck
They talk alot and l have to listen without wanting to. It doesnt help me.
I can’t hold on much longer because l don’t have what l need ( let’s say your body needs some type of food and you can’t get it ) and others don’t help me get it.