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Intense Pain

Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.

by freezinginfire 2/3/2013

written by freezinginfire

Today…

My dad complained about someone at his office saying they always wanted to do something because he didn’t want to hear it and wishes they just did. I guess that means if he even payed attention enough to know how much I wanted to kill myself, he would want me to die. Nice to know.

I cut myself for the first time in a while (before the party). I really thought I had quit, but now I give up. I’ll just cut to deal with my shame from cutting.

I’m pissed at everyone (outside of people I’ve talked to or met on here) except for one friend.

I […]

2/3/2013 10 comments

At least I’m stuck in a more productive place?

by beaGhost 1/23/2013

written by beaGhost

It would be nice if, for once, leaving your house didn’t mean potentially ending up in that school parking lot by myself at 3 in the morning.

I’m driving, and I can feel it coming on. I knew it was going to happen as soon as you touched me and my thoughts immediately replaced your hands with his. I held it off the whole evening so I could enjoy my time with you but as soon as I’m alone again, I am truly alone. The wheel become harder to control as my hands start shaking and my breathing gets ragged. My head becomes lighter and fills […]

1/23/2013 2 comments

To hide the pain, the feelings, the urge to slice at my own skin.

by BrooklynBoxx 1/10/2013

written by BrooklynBoxx

IÂ sit there in the cafeteria

He sits on the floor he’s talking i cant hear him, my visions bluring black around the edges

I’m brought back because of an intense pain from my hand, my ex boyfriend yet again had bit me, i know he just flirting… that he’s only using me..

I smile laughing telling him it doesnt hurt, he doesnt realise he saved me from another embaressing seizure, he smiles biting my harder i ignore it typing on the computer with my left hand as i try to complete a school project. He lets go and we sit their for a while. I feel him bite […]

1/10/2013 6 comments

just one?

by iusedtoknow 2/24/2012

written by iusedtoknow

I would like to think that if just one person, just one, would care, would look at me and see the slipage, the intense pain, the sick desperate need, and do something, say something, that maybe it wouldn’t be too late. Maybe I’m still fixable and worth something more than fish food. I’m not, I know that, but if I’m going to wait and plan and try to do this last thing as right as I can, I need to think it until the details are worked out and my time is up. I want my time to be now. Now. Every second is one […]

2/24/2012 2 comments

lying on my face. In a pool of blood.

by holdingOn 2/22/2012

written by holdingOn

Pain…its not the sharp or intense pain that is experienced when first separating the skin. No, it’s the dull, deep, and gnawing pain after cuttingÂ too deep and you’re waiting for the incision to heal. It’s the long week(s) of paranoia and wearing long sleeves in the summer hoping no one will notice or if they do, praying that they don’t call you out. That’s what it has felt like for me this past month…and i am not quite sure what to think about it all….

Ahh… the bitter sweet recognition of failure. Realizing that all you ever were was in reality, nothing at all… Seeing […]

2/22/2012 5 comments