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 […]
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You know what. After my friend and I made up yesterday I thought everything would be good. I walked into college today thinking “No getting depressed, this will be a new year and a good start” I went 2 minutes until people started bullying me. I had thought it would have stopped after I completely flipped and screamed at them last year.
So, first lesson – ICT, first thing that happened was I was pushed into the huge mother fudging computer, and they laughed at me and shouted “Emo boy gonna cry? Go cut yourself freak”. Well, I went into the boys loos after, and as […]
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, […]