theres just no point in living.. i dont wake up in the morning and thin “hmm what a great day!” I hate my life i really do. and nobody seems to see it. i just want to go somewhere and cry forever because thats the only thing I seem to be doing now. crying. i just want to get in a car and flip ten times.. i wish that would happen.
Theres no way out.. I just want to cut until my veins have no more blood to let out.. I want to stand on that chair and end it.. Who cares if anyone misses me.. I want it to be over. The pain, the suffering.. I’m crying just writing this. This maybe my last post.. I need it to end. I need a way out of this. Life isn’t worth living anymore. It never was worth it. I can’t think of the last time I was actually happy.. What is being happy feel like? Because I don’t know anymore.. So this is it.. goodbye
Her heart is hurting
Her body is aching.
The scars aren’t fading
The memories aren’t leaving.
She runs in pain
She fights and hides.
That girl is falling
That girl is fading.
Her wirsts are bleeding
Her mind is closing.
The bleeding is ending
The blade goes cold.
She sees the light
She runs towards it.
That girl is leaving
That girl is gone. –
g.r.
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Written by me…
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