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Sad Times

Not good nuff

by kidsuicide 5/7/2013

written by kidsuicide

If I was just a bit skinnier.. Just a bit smarter.. Just a bit funnier.. Maybe, just maybe, she’d like me more then him.. But I’m not. And she doesn’t.
Just the thought of her with him makes me wanna overdose on my antidepressants. She is my world. My everything. And my everything has left and now I’ve got nothing. Which leads me to believe there’s nothing left to live for. Nothing to let go. So why the fuck is it so fucking hard to do so?

Why can’t I walk away from nothing when my everything just walked away from me? Why can’t I just […]

5/7/2013 2 comments

suicide guitar

by jaikty 12/21/2012

written by jaikty

Guitar on my lap,
sorrow in my rhymes,
try to write it out,
the sadness on my mind,

The ink won’t leave my pen,
it’s bottled up inside,
like the sadness in my heart
and the death that’s on my mind

Everyone thinks i’m fine
but really, deep down inside
contemplating suicide
to put an end to these sad times,

with a slash to my wrist,
my blood would soon run dry,
just a stain on the sheets,
and a tear in my eye.

12/21/2012 1 comment

Rap game

by The rapper 11/30/2012

written by The rapper

Hello, thank you for taking your time reading my story, just to list some information. ImÂ Norwegian, im 17 years, I am not kidding about my story. so lets begin…
from when i was 13 i started to think: do anyone actually care when im gone? I was thinking ALOT and i’m pretty sure myÂ thoughtsÂ where much more serious than other kids on my age back then. How is life after death? Who would cry when im gone? Who would even care? questions remain without answers.

Later on in my life, i got many false friends, actually no real friends.. BUT i’d just carry on, i was sad, […]

11/30/2012 7 comments