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by PierceTheVeilAddict 6/18/2013

written by PierceTheVeilAddict

I don’t even know what to begin with here. I tried typing the first few lines so many times. UGH! Okay, let’s get this straight: this rant is not about people. It’s about me. I apologize if it sounds conceited but there are so many inferences made about the mental illnesses I have so I’m going to list them one at a time so you can understand them. As well as some sexuality things.

ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder):

1. It does not mean that I get distracted with every little detail. I can, actually, hold a full conversation without going: “Ooh! A rock!”

2. I’m hyper all […]

6/18/2013 0 comment

Belt Method

by horloge 5/19/2013

written by horloge

How exactly does one commit suicide with a belt and a doorknob? Maybe this is a naive question but where does the other end go once you fasten the makeshift noose part?

5/19/2013 3 comments

the walking dead…

by gr82bme123 1/22/2013

written by gr82bme123

I’m here but, not all the way. I feel as if I am dying alive. Thye world is picking at my wounds. My cuts are being doused with ALCOHOL! I no longer feel as if, I am a human. I am hurting inside more than words will allow me to explain. I mutiliated my body again, I slash for each person who has hurt me. I Cant deal with this horrible pain. Shattered glass stabs me from within, I bleed an invisible blood. I drip sorrow from my eyes. Where has all of this anger come from, why are my dreams terrorizing my reality? Why […]

1/22/2013 5 comments

Breaking Down @ Every Corner

by joshuadpeterson 5/11/2009

written by joshuadpeterson

I imagine myself as the boy stumbling out of the bar at 3AM alone and walking home. I don’t know what “home” is anymore, but I’m going to walk there, drunk and abandoned. And at some point, I’ll start singing a few songs that remind me of him.

I wish I could say I’m so sorry. I wish I could say I love him to him. I wish he felt the slightest bit of remorse for every time he said I meant less than nothing to him. I wish I could wake up tomorrow and find his car parked outside my house, knocking on the door, […]

5/11/2009 1 comment