does it ever get easier? will i ever be happy again. i feel so worn out. i feel so done with it all. i know i want to impact the world with my storie and others. but will the world open up and liisten or am i just dranging my life on to a dead end? will someone please help me..
Hey everyone. If you have read my post i then you will know alot about me if not then here it is i cut and burn, and suicide thoughts cross my mind alot. But today i want to hear your guys stories. I am doing a video for my school to share about how suicide efffects peoples lifes everyday. And i want your stories. If you would be willing to make a short more about what your going through or what you went through, how cutting burning or suicidee effected you or how its affecting you now> i would love to share and impact my […]
because you hurt her
because you made her cry
because her scars are from you
because shes hopeless
because she almost died
because shes running on empty
because shes not thin
because shes not pretty
because shes not smart
because you used her
because you touched her
because she screams
because shes unknown
because her over dose was to small
because shell try again tonight
because she toke double of them
because she drank them down
because YOUÂ killed her
because she wont wake up tmw
because youll never understand
Its my birthday(: today so far is going bettter… This weekend was great.. My friend forgave me. I kissed a cute guy. My guy friend hugged me today.. Now all i can ask is life please let me be happy for at least today.. thats all i ask
i know people care about me and i know me ending
my life willl never be right.. but dear life.. i think
tonight is the night… tonight is the night to say goodbye
to all the hate and hurt you have gone through if not tonight
then when… you cut your body …. and you just cry
you havent been happy sense who knows when. did you ever think
that somone might be able to forgive you?
i dont know if im ready to leave today… but if my mind
keeps going the way it is… i think tonight should be it
the cuts hurt so much. the tears shed so much…
it might just […]
Its been about a month from when i got out of the hosptil. I was doing so good. I was handling my stress wonderfully. Then sunddenly i asked my best guy frined if he liked a girl and if he kissed her or had sex with her that night. it was a joke. But he turned on me.. And yelled i tryed to appolgize but nothing will ever be the same. I know sit on the floor of my ice cold room asking for God to just kill me. Just end my life now. i started burning and cutting again. Theres know escape. Please someone […]
I look out the window and there he is
screaming at his self from the inside out
I cry my self to sleep because all i can think about is him dying
him dying and yet taking away all of me.
so i guess to say everytime he kiss me goodbye
i die a little more each time.
is it still worth it?
They laugh at her scars
call her pathetic
miss place her
 unknowing that when she gets home she will be ending her life
 because if the scars arnt screaming help me then what is?
.. i am not ending my life.. i wrote this about a week ago when i was close to it… hope you like.. tell me what you think.
the girl that i see isnt me
she dyes her hair with out a care
the scars on her skin now make her thin
the thin girl looking there
makes her self sick
and now she says “why am i not thing?”
The girl that use to sit on this bed was ashamed to call her self a daughter, friend, girlfriend and so on. The girl who use to sit on this bed was scared to face her self in the mirror. The girl who use to sit on this bed would smush her self into a little ball every night and cry. The girl who use to sit on this bed only saw darkness. The girl who sat on this bed never understood why know one wanted her. The girl who use to sit on this bed saw the blood drip from her arm every day […]
I WILL LIVE THROUGH THIS? i want only honest people to answer. How do you live through everyday pains. Good advise please..
My story really starts out when I was about 7 years old. I didn’t discover this fact about me till the past few weeks. I was touched by my grandfather. He use to tickle me but I never wanted to think him tickling me was bad. It all use to always be bad dreams until a week ago. We I was in the hospital I started thinking about my dreams. And the dream was always my grandfather would tickle me but stick his hand down my pants and so on. My grandma would always tell him to stop. But I never wanted to think it […]
It all started in 8th grade, I started cutting. But to be honest I only cut because I wanted the attention. Until soon enough like crack it was a addiction. And I was not about to give that addiction up. I loved that addiction I loved seeing the blood whip down my arm. The scratches started of at almost know blood until they soon got worse and blood would drip down my arm taking hours to stop.
I knew something was wrong because I never felt so sad and hopeless until the addiction started in. I started thinking life was whatever. . I didn’t listen […]
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