Someone who has a loving family would live to make his/her family happy.
Someone who has love would live to protect them.
But what would be the purpose of life for someone who is broken, battered, unloved? Tell me, what is the purpose of me living?
i feel so empty and broken. i dont like seeing so many people so hurt. i try to help but i feel like im doing nothing. i just for once in my life want to be there for someone. im so alone no one trusts me pr accepts me.
Ive been through so much in life and have never been this low…im so broken idk what to do or who to talk to im alone in a place i dont want to b… :'(
I always thought that the majority of my reasons is because of me… How broken and misserable i am… But now i realize… You are the reason why im completely broken and why im misserable…. Coz you’re a parasite… You suck me dry of my ambitions… How could i have energy to make my life better when each day you fill me with hate anger and resentments. I spend soooo much time with self pitty and crying. I spend so much energy pretending to be happy… And you know what… I cant pretend anymore… You wonder why i nag??? Well maybe coz the things you […]
I am broken
I fear I’ve always been this way
what was it that broke me?
i doubt anyone could say
the doctors are confused
I lived a good life
supporting parents
no abuse
yet I’m broken
i often pretend I’m not
pretend I’m whole
pretend I’m happy
but I can never pretend for long
Your eyes, green
Freckled face, in a smile
Walking away, always
Sunny day, I think today
Gone again, again you’re gone
But sometimes we meet
Oh the joy, though quickly faded
Lie in the seat, poetry, jaded
He has no idea he hurt me
He will never know he abused me
Tore my soul wide open
I hold onto the pain
Like a terrible broken treasure
It’s mine
Only mine
You’re stronger than me
Now we know
You get your way
Now I know
Are you proud?
It wasn’t my first
But I will never forget
The night you thought I was playing
The night you fought for my love
Took the “love” you wanted
I keep the clothes to never forget
The night that zipper broke
My reminder to never trust a guy
Now no one will know
Not even you.
im lost and broken. im to far gone to go back. im hoping someday someone can fix me. ill never be the same but at least i would be happy..
so lost.tired.broken. nothing to describe how im feeling really. i want to sleep forever it seems like my whole future has gone out the window. so tired and restless but i have to figure ths shit out i might be over dramatic but oh well. ig i cant say that or id be a hypocrite haha..
When all that you feel
Is sorrow
Empty
Unloved
And lonely
When colours all bleed
And everything
Dims
Greys
And fades
When your heart
Is beating
Once
More
And aches
What is the reason
To continue?
Can you die
From a shattered, broken soul?
I want to sleep – I want to cease
I never want to wake up again
Please, please – I should not be here
I am Married woman I had lot of trust on my husband but it was broken when i found some romantic message from a woman to him in his mobile i had not taken it seriously but whenever i checked his message then it was deleted again i found the message from that woman to him then i asked him who she is? he just behaved that he don’t know the lady but latter on he just confessed her name to me but didn’t said me who she is? i also didn’t pressurize him. problem is that i can’t overcome from the thoughts so most […]
I’m crying. So badly right now. All alone. I’m so fucking alone. That’s all I feel loneliness. Emptiness. And sometimes I feel nothing at all. One minuet I’m fine the next I find myself shattered into a million pieces. I can’t do this. I can’t. I just can’t. I’m giving up. I don’t know anymore. Don’t know what to do. Don’t know how to be happy. Don’t know how to fix this. I’m wondering if today should be the day.
I’m giving up.
Darkness, my friend
Breathless, and tired has become a regular feeling, the darkness taking over the light within. Shadows of my past, the skeletons in my closet and the words that left scars, over flow, leaving me grasping for help. Unable to move, to face the day, I lay there in quiet, letting the shadow take all my goodness and innocence and leave me empty and hollow. Rushing through my days in a haze, forcing a smile onto my exhausted face so that no one can see that I’m falling. Smiling, laughing and hiding, leaves me feeling weak and small, I am just gliding through life […]
2012. 2012 was the first time I came here. First time I set my eyes on the town called Elliot Lake. Unimpressive at first glance, and even at third. But it had a way of growing on me. Like a bad dream that had an encouraging meaning underneath the fear. The rehab center looks just like how I left it – except at night it seems to have a haunting glow of a bittersweet nostalgia.
The Oaks center. The family program. If there’s rehab for growing up in a fucked up broken home – this is the one. Program was a joke and it was horrible […]
It’s a terrible statement but I never let it leave my side. That sickening realization that I’m done with this fight. Moments kneeling on the bedroom floor sickened by the entity I had absorbed, no more. I would not let the self-scrutinizing endeavor endure a precipice a monologue questioning my every motive. My disaster stricken heart feeling broken, my emotions quoted spilling out of a broken vase taking the place of what was once your emotion.
Diluted with tears, an open book scribbled with fears engraved pools of ink I’m vocally shook; and I’m tired of telling myself that it’s gonna change.
Taken by the spectacular lie […]
I’m brand new. Found this sight on accident. I almost started crying when I found this sight because I was is happy. I don’t expect much of anytning but let me introduce myself here. I’m Anya. I’m in highschool. Nearly done. And I’ve clinically died because I swallowed too many pills. I’m in therapy. I self harm. And I’ve been diagnosed with anxiety. depression. And bipolar type 2. I really hope to gain some love here.
So that’s me. I’ll always try to help. I’ll always care.
That’s me
Yanno. Any other broken girl
The shadow of darkness is too much to bear.
This life, this misery, must come to an end.
No more will I suffer this nightmare.
Too much is broken, too much to mend.
The demons torture and destroy me in my head.
Here and now this nightmare ends, it’s time to put these demons to bed.
On this day I will live and die.
On this day I say goodbye.
Sometimes I wonder if there really is an alternate universe, or another life, or a life in a life. And whatever might happen when you’re dead and your feet are no longer touching the ground.
What do you feel after you die? What do you see? Is everything pitch black, you with no thoughts whatsoever, you literally just gone? Are you really going to be up there, with a God who just so promised to have plans for you? Plans for your life? Or is there another life, where, once you’re dead, you live again. Live another life. Reborn. Forget your past life and just move forward. Start new.
Sometimes […]
Today I woke up and felt like dying. This isn’t unusual anymore. It took me a while before I talked myself into pulling back the duvet and putting on a shirt. Everyone thinks I’m fine. I smile and try to laugh, but laughing seems like a pathetic attempt at breathing lately. I’ve felt so alone, even in a room full of people. I hardly see the point of carrying on anymore. What’s the point of trying if I’m going to die anyway? I like to think of myself like a glass vase that someone dropped. You can pick the broken glass up and glue it back […]
I went down to the basement with a chair and some cloth (couldn’t find rope) I tied the cloth to a metal bar on the ceiling, and got on the chair. I then put the cloth around my neck and tied my hands together (wasn’t easy). Then after 2 minutes hesitating, I kicked the chair and hung there choking to death. I blacked out after 45 seconds. I woke up about 4.5 hours later with a really sore neck as headache. I saw the cloth had broken. So now, this time I got some rope, leaned how t make a noose, and am attempting again […]