I’m 13 years old. I would tell you my name, but being new here, I don’t know if I can trust you all to that extent yet. Normally, I post poems that reflect how I feel at the moment, or how I felt throughout the day, but right now I’d like to get a few things off my chest. I’ve told a few of my friends some of this before, but no one knows all of it at its worst. I feel as though I can trust all of you with at least this, even if I don’t know you. So here it goes.
My story:
The first time I tried to kill myself was on November 3rd 2012.
I was friends with this girl Tori, and then one day, for no reason I know of, she changed. She hated me. I didn’t know what I did. But that week after she changed was hell for me. She called me things, made fun of me, tripped me, hit me. And on that day, I’d had enough. When I get on the bus, I instantly regretted it. It’s like I could feel that I was going to go home and kill myself. My bus stop is the first one, right before hers. When […]
I wanted to die
they saved my life
man, fuck this shit
it just ain’t right.
Went to the tower to see if i’d fly.
but then they decided that I should’nt try.
They ripped off my wings and tore off my feathers.
It’s for the worse not for the better.
I had it all planned wrote out the note
I was more than ready to go.
I said goodbye to the hell I called home, and walked to the bus stop that would deliver me hope, skipped down the stairs and then up to the elevator, 10 storys up with a sign that said danger.
Danger, don’t stand […]
She was such a lovely girl, always smiling and laughing, never without a friend. Until she left.
It started like a typical morning for her. the screamo waking her up in the morning she started her routine. getting her uniform on, then putting her hair in a bun, then her makeup. She turned off the music and went upstairs. 6:38 read the clock, time for her to go to the bus stop. She sneaked into her parents room and said goodbye to her mom. Then she went out the door. But not before putting an object that would change her life later in the day. […]
…is like oral sex: Â if I don’t get it, I don’t have to give it.
You’ve got happy people who don’t want you ‘dumping’ on them–completely self-absorbed assholes who maintain their own happiness by living 100% for themselves and if you don’t feed that happiness or serve a purpose for them, then you’re a boil.
Then you’ve got people who hurt so bad, they can’t see past their own problems. Â They have such an urgent need to talk, they shut out other people who also need to talk, so they go around desperately looking for someone to ‘dump’ on, while not helping anyone else themselves. Â It takes […]
Alright so I don’t really know how to do this, but whatever.I’m just going to share my story. Last year I got into alcohol and drugs. I was drinking, smoking cigarettes, smoking weed, and huffing. I don’t know how to explain it. I just wasn’t me. Hanging out with the wrong people. One day at midnight, well, September 7th. It was officially the first day of school and I was dreading it. So, me and my friend took 8 triple c’s or cold cough pills. I knew nothing about it other than it would make me feel good. And I’ve always had problems with depression […]
Ok he did it. He cracked the surface. I broke down this morning. Walking a long hot walk to the bus stop and my brother wouldn’t listen to me begging him to stop messing with me, touching me and verbally abusing me. So I broke. I know there were people on the other sidewalk watching and I wish they weren’t but I started screaming “LEAVE ME ALONE! STOP DON’T TOUCH ME! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOUR VOICE! JUST STOP PLEASE!” and covered my ears and crouched for a moment and started walking home. Of course I turned back around and walked to the bus […]
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