I just want to thank you.
I want to thank you for all the comments, the caring.. Everything.
Really,
Thank you.
I really don’t care about life anymore.
I just got turned down by the one that I now love.. He used to love me.. He would always say that.. But now.
H use with my friend and is saying that he likes me and loves her.
I asked him why he said he lived so many times if he was just gonna do this to me and all he said was ‘idk’.
I know I’m over exaggerating.
But there’s more than just that that is screwed up in my life.
I want to kill myself so bad.
Right now, I’m too, cowardly.
But one of these days.
I will.
No one when expect me to do that, so its ok.
I just hope that day comes fast.
Sleep.
I just want to sleep.
There. There I fantasize, about.. Things.
None stressful. No cutting. Or anything else like cutting.
I’m alone.
I’m gone, in my sleep.
I’m not a so called bother.
And more..
It kills me, that strangers.. Care more than actual family and ‘friends’.
Please email me.. If me o you need help.
Feelthesame9991@yahoo.com
I have cuts on my arms,
My ankles,
My waist.
I try to cover up.
But it doesn’t matter anyway.
Its not like you will care.
I’m just another piece of sand.
I might kill myself tonight.
A wound that won’t mend.
Recently, I’ve started wearing a choker.
I wear it to school, go in the bathroom when no one is in there.
And I choke myself.
Just until my nose and mouth get numb, our when my eyes get numb.
But no one wil ever care to notice.
So its alright.. Right?
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I am giving myself one week to live,
But you don’t care. Do you?
I’m losing my sanity.
I cut myself.
And wrote in my journal with my own blood.
Please. Please, tell me what to do.
Please help me.
Death is on my mind.
The other side.
Crossing that thin line of life and death.
I just, want to be there.
Its not good. To some people.
Not me.
Why does it seem so, inviting?
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