I almost made it 28 yrs ago when I felt the world had given up on me or maybe I had given up on the world i don’t know any more I was 24 just had my 3rd son and in my 2nd marriage my first one was abusive , I finally got out. now my husband had left me with a newborn . my family no help said i was crazy like my Grandma I cryed so much that no tears came any more just the empy feeling nobody loved me nobody cared the world would be better off with me gone,I took the […]
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Blackness
i run from the blackness i keep trying to complete my task
your’e so hard to love i keep trying i sware to you i do
i keep laughing at all the bad things i’ve done and what i will do
why is the darkness chasing me
why do i keep losing my bereath
the ground cracks and crumbles beneath my feet
i fall and fall then i hit somthing it go’s right through me
what has happened to me
my eyes open it was just a dream but my bed is soaked with blood
there is a man by my bed he steps into […]
I’ve read quite a few stories on here and found it helpful to put my own issues into perspective. It hurts to read how many people are suffering. I wish there was something I could do to help…but I can barely help myself. Every setback or failure makes me feel like I’m ready to let go…and every success or good thing makes me feel undeserving and on the verge of failure. It’s so difficult to see that things do get better. Especially when you’ve been alone for such a very long time and you know you’re not typical or normal or not sure you’re worth […]
I feel the darkness closing in…but I
like it! I find comfort in things others
fear. Have I only now realized I’m the
square peg trying to fit into that
round hole? I’ve participated in
“normal life”, but I always feel
out of place. This is something that
has been with me since I can
remember (I’ll be 31 on wed.) Always
nipping at my heals, but not taking a
full bite…until recently. I see a dark
room, lit only with the pale light of the
TV. Me laying on the couch in cold
silence. No one around…just me with
my ever racing thoughts…blood,
flesh […]
i cheated on my boyfriend. and i’ve regretted it ever since. it’s all i think about. and it’s eating me alive.
he likes to bring it up all the time. and it makes me want to die.
the stress is building up inside. and i just want to escape.
i want to fly away. the reaper in the night.
fade. into the blackness.
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