Perfumepipes,
Some people just like to eat and run…know whut uh mean?
Wow! So many friends abused as children, strung out on drugs, rapes, tortured…20 years prison time….no excuses! But If you have way too much money, never suffered or paid for anything a day in your life THIS is a defece for DWI, drug abuse and Murder, poor little boy! Lets give him probation up front and give the Public some in the arse!
If this does not show you that the American Dream is truly a BS lie (Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!), nothing will. One can hardly hope karma catches up with this little spoiled SOB at a $500.000 a year […]
So this guy ate me out and wont call me back
consciousness is a stirrer
More you stir more it stinks
How could somebody not love my little face with small eyes
oh my god I already look like a stripper
Does “suicide” really have to be a negitive and sad thing? To release one’s pain once and for all despite not being able to enjoy the pleasures of life should be something people should be able to agree and accept. At least eventually… Learn to realize to let go of the hardships of life can be a positive, accepting decision. To be able to move on for the good of yourself and everybody. Maybe it’s “we” as humanity force ourself’s to believe in suicide as bad, evil, wrong, disgraceful, and the “easy way out.”
I hate
My anxiety I hate going out I hate breathing I hate everything and I wish I was prettier
While the world seems colorful
Happy and free
The girl watching it seems happy in her own way
Fake smiles and laughs
Trying to perfect them
So no one will notice
The pain inside
No one will see what the world is really like
Only she can notice
The other fake smiles and laughter
Only she can recognize the pain she feels inside of her
Is in others also
While they all feel so alone
No one bothers to see
That they’ve created their own family
Helping each other and caring
While the ones in their house
Ignore them
Make it worse
The only escape to feel loved
The only way to care,
Our own little family
Forever there.
Putting your faith into someone special
Telling them what happened
Telling them your problems
Letting them know how you feel
Being happy
Even just for a second
Not with them
But still fully engulfed in their presence
But as time goes on
And your mind starts to wander
You once again see the pain
The hateful things people say everyday
Once again you feel alone
Feel as if you’re bothering that special person
You talk to them less and less
And let them live their life
But what they don’t know
Is that you’re taking yours
You try not to let them worry
As you sit in your room
Crying for the last time
Telling yourself
This is the last time
That youll ever feel this […]
Is wanting to die
A normal feeling?
Do people feel it every day?
Do they wake up in the morning
When the night before
They had been praying to die
Do normal people feel this way?
Or is that just me?
Am I the one little girl
Who wants to die everyday
The feeling implodes in her chest
And she starts to break
Desperately trying not to cry
Walking the halls of her school
With her head down low
Just trying not to be noticed
Not to be seen
She counts the seconds
As the day slowly passes in its course
She knows
Once she gets home
She can be alone
She can do what she has to
To feel normal again
And to be happy
To feel […]
Every night
She goes to bed
Feeling weak inside
Wondering when
Her life will change
When her heart can reside
In the things she loves
Yet she dies each day
A little more every time
She goes to school
Always on display
Always being talked about
Bullied behind her back
But what no one can see
Is the scars they’ve created
Are coming back
Deep crimson lines
Dripping blood on demand
Hidden behind
A pair of jeans
A fake smile
And a laugh
No one wants to care
Nor to see her pain
So each night
When she comes home
She can relive her day
Cuts
Pills
Maybe a gun instead
She’ll take her own life
Just to be happy once again
Maybe then they’ll see what she did
When she held the knife.
anyone wanna talk?
Imagine I try to upload a picture on facebook but instead I upload a picture of my big fat twat
I thought for maybe one day I could go without hurting myself.
Guess I was wrong. I’m running out of places to cut.
I know I posted something a bit ago, but I can’t do this I need help. I’m gonna do something dumb nobodys answering me. The one person whose listening is saying I’m bluffing. I’m not, I’m not stable I’m coming unhinged please I need help nobody’s seeing my pain, I almost feel invisible.
I’m a failure and I hate myself. .. Every failed suicide attempt leaves me with feelin more like shit and I cut deep and purge to punish myself and try and feel better i just want all this shit to stop
As I Awake Wishing I Wouldn’t. Deep Anguish Of Hate. The Feeling Of Burning Sensation Through Out My Hole Body As I See My Demons Following Me insisting On Killing Me Bringing Me Pain Of Faces Of Dead One. They Look At Me With Such Disgust Say (Why?) (Why Don’t You Come With Us?) (Why Are You Living To Die) And As I Reply I Want To . No I’m Going To With The Deepest Pit With Ashes Hollowing Out With Moments Of Gratitude Of Death. Because To Be Dead Is A lot Better To Live With No Purpose In Life No Love No Feeling […]
I’m alone with my thoughts again and I have no where to go even in a crowded room or next to my boyfriend I feel so distant and unlove even when I’m told I’m beautiful I feel so ugly even if someone sincerely says they care about me I turn around and say I’m unlove and unwanted. I’ve always hated being this way, but I don’t know how to change. The only thing I want to do right now is cut all ties and end my life, but I know its not right to think or even say. I’m just so tired, confused, and depressed […]