posted this a few months ago, made a few edits. Feeling alone and misunderstood.
Where is the sunshine?
The end of the pain?
Because I am damaged,
I can’t stand in the rain.
The skies have been dark.
The wind is still whipping.
How am I standing?
What keeps me from tipping?
Because i am damaged,
My limbs tatered and broken,
The life that lived in me
Is now slowly chokin (g).
The storm pushes on with violence and fury.
My leaves are all falling,
Like the snow in a […]
Call the police is all I can hear. Then I hear my older sister “should I call the police?” I’m stuck, in shock. Only five years old. I just watched my dad beat my mom to the ground, and now he is holding a heavy giant porcelain lamp over her head. I thought he was going to kill her. I was frozen. Scared. I don’t know what made him put the lamp down. I really don’t think he even heard the pleading and crying of my older sister because I don’t remember him looking over at us…
Seeing my dad beat up on my mom was […]
“somewhere something horrible happens to someone on this earth and I am here.”
I started to think what makes me really sad, to know that people are forced to do things they don’t want, like children getting beat up because they blasphemed, men who are send to die against their will, women forced into submission by their own kin. And the list goes on and on, and I feel how this feels,I saw this things, and just thinking about this makes me so strange, kinda a mix between rage, fear, panic, a horrible feeling. And I don’t know how to cope with it, am I too […]
Some of the things I will speak about in this, have already been stated in my previous post, not too long ago. So let’s begin.
As a child I was constantly beat up by my step father, this only stopped when my mother kicked him out of the house. I would constantly be beaten up and bullied at school, during the same periods of time. I went on to secondary school, the first 4 days were fine, but after that I started getting bullied again. At around age 13, I lost it in a fit of rage and beat the “Leader” of the group of bullies […]
Where is the sunshine?
The end of the pain?
Because I am damaged,
I can’t stand in the rain.
The skies have been dark.
The wind is still whipping.
How am I standing?
What keeps me from tipping?
Because i am damaged,
My limbs tatered and broken,
The life that lived in me
Is now slowly chokin (g).
The storm pushes on with violence and fury.
My leaves are all falling,
Like the snow in a flurry.
No where to turn,
No where to go.
Im beat up, run down, and standing alone.
Even in this forrest that i call my home.
Ive always been told “You’re full of potential”.
Not that it was off anyway.
I’m so tired of taking all this shit from these people who call themselves my neighbours. I AM SO FUCKING MAD RIGHT NOW.
These sons-of-a-bitches think they can just mess with my little sister any way they want. My sister was in tears after being harassed by my so-called filthy shitty, motherfucking neighbours. Not the killers. The killers are long gone. But their fucked up relatives who are still around. The bitches who hid the killers from the cops.
I’ve never been so fucking pissed in my life. I wanted to fucking beat up a *****. They gave me a chance to […]
I don’t use this shit really but in the past week or so shits been really fucked and I just want to write this all down somewhere because it’s all bottled up in my head. For the past two years nothing anybody says or does to me affects me. Whether it’s good or bad I’m indifferent. I’ve heard it all. If someone told me I should kill myself it wouldn’t affect me because I’ll be doing just that soon enough, and there’s nothing that could change my mind about killing myself. Nothing anyone can do or say that will make me suddenly think living is […]
im so scared of what i might do like i don’t wanna go to school anymore because i keep getting beat up and i don’t wanna leave my house i don’t know whats outside and I’m scared something will happen! i just wanna cut even when I’m happy i wanna cut i should be dead? am i worthless? i just wanna get better but i also just wanna die! is this normal? am i normal? i don’t think can do this for much longer…
My name is Jadaen, I’m 14 and I’ve attempted suicide three times. I’ve been bullied since the age of 6 because of my weight and how ugly I am. Im in the 9th grade and I have 2 “friends”. I’ve been beat up to the point where I’ve needed to go to the hospital for a broken rib and a concussion. My teachers don’t do anything about it. I’ve self harmed for 3 years now and my parents called me an attention seeking ***** because they found out about it. The first time I attempted suicide was when I was 11, I had swallowed 5 […]
i got depressed and binged drank for almost 5 years and ruined my relationships with everyone i know….iam 27 and my health feels messed up from all the drinking..i can only breath out of one nostril at a time now and i dont really want to be here anymore….my family just watched me crash and didnt do anything to try and stop me….or help me…and now i repeat the same thing over and over about how i ruined my life…and they say its annoying….
i had a mental breakdown and was put on meds……. and while i was on my 5 year bindge i made a […]
When do you know when to give up? Because i think its my time. A person can only handle so much. My whole life has been hard. My mom has verbally abused me. Tried to fight me and passed that on to my sister. They think the worst of me. But I’m pretty poplular. Not because im attractive or sluty but because im the person people go to for advice or someone to lean on.
I dont fight or do drugs I respect everyone because I want respect back. On my 17th birthday in june 2014 my mom died. Yes on my birthday. I still smile […]
I am so fucking DONE. I want to die.. well I don’t want to die, but I want this pain to go away. I want the constant numbness, guilt, sadness, and every other emotion to stop. I want these voices to go away and leave my head. I want my father to actually love me! Hell I want my family to actually love me! All they do is tell me that I’m a waste of time, money, and space. They don’t support me. They don’t encourage me to live my dream. They don’t encourage me to get involved with my church, instead they act like […]
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