Soon it’ll be our anniversary. Thirteen years of the 29 I’ve spent on this earth…When we first told each other we loved each other you said to me you couldn’t promise a future because you weren’t even sure you’d stay in town. I told you I understood. While you may have meant physical location; I meant a physical end. I’ve struggled since I was twelve with this indescribable sadness in my soul. I’ve tried to think about the future, our plans and dreams lately but I keep hitting a wall. November is inside me. It’s gnawing at me like a slow leaking faucet. I feel […]
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Hello, I am thirteen and I believe my life sucks. Ya my life sucks. I have multiple problems in my life but I won’t share them all. I…You know fuck it. I might just kill myself tomorrow for all that matters. No one cares about me, I wake up every morning thinking “Is it finally time” as you can right now that I’m obviously not dead. I used to make fun for thinking this. Now, I realize that life isn’t fair. Nothing is fair. I’m just saying that nothing will ever fucking matter for me anymore. Thank you for reading through this. 🙂
-Time
So, my name is Megan, and this is my first post here.
I’m sixteen and have been self harming on and off for the past three years, and I tried to kill myself three years ago. My best friend and my sister’s friend are the only people that know about my suicide attempt.
When I was thirteen, I self harmed for the first time. I remember it quite distinctly, because it was the start of a long, dark road. It was barely a scratch the first time. I used a pair of compasses that I found in my school bag, and I cried immediately after […]
I’ve had an okay life, better than some worse than others I guess. Thirteen years of confusion, pain, anxiety, love, depression, loneliness, among many other emotions. Even from the start though I never saw the point in living, my first thought of suicide at the age of four; they weren’t too serious though, I was just wondering I guess. After that I didn’t really think much about suicide for a few years (I’m pretty sure), the next time was probably just occasionally during grades 4, 5 and 6 when I was getting bullied by people at school and persistently beaten up by my brother when […]
Born at zero, learnt to walk at one, learnt to talk at two, got friends at three, learnt to draw at four, learnt to count at five, learnt to spell at six, parents divorced at seven, depressed at eight, confused at nine, alone at ten, procrastinating at eleven, drinking at twelve, cutting at thirteen, loved at fourteen, almost had a child at fifteen, started drugs at sixteen, lost everything at seventeen, dead at eighteen
That was pretty-funny, I guess
Too bad, I’m the only that isn’t toast-jelly
Bend like a hanger, what is it
Multiple-Tutu-Man, sounds the same on every-name
Can’t you tell you, you need to take-it easy, man
You probably ruining the site for any true-newcomers
With all the pure-gibberish that you say, not like me
Literally, eleven out of the first thirteen posts is his or it’s
What-up, too bad, I’m the only one that isn’t toast-jelly
Continuum all by-myself, fortifies is the suffering
At least, thank-you for that, I don’t know if I can say “comrade,” anymore.
Now, I know what I am but you […]
Playstation, deep devastation
Manifestation, a true hell
Do you know what the darkness
The book, the story, supreme chain
The age and a child, blood of binary
My deteriorating rotting flesh
Sacred asphyxiation, spiritual cruxifiction
I wear a mask and I’m a goddamned pirate
The clay in the face, need to detoxify
Back seven years and purist in the sun
Who are you, what if you were I
Me, now, my unfathomable cape of suffer
Eternal, fated, I’m here to save the world
Can I burn a fire and you be the dynamite
Can I roll out tonight, in my white robe
Down under, gate thirteen
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Tonight, what can happen
Is the third’s one a charm
The dark Ouroboros amulet
One more hour until more
Please take me out, please
My cage thirteen
Take me through the Death Valley
One day through the City of Sin
Cosmic-purity forever chained
In white robe I walk, can you flow and follow
I hope that we can be brothers and sisters
The escape of a ghost
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Underneath, the crunching tectonics
Twenty-four-seven, one in seven billion
My name is Celibacy, je suis putain, Albataar
But I know it’s just me but then what now
I seek the luminous, the nature, the glow
I will never touch, forever to […]
‘Something bEAuTiFul My Hero’
I know I overwhelmed
Pure seven years all I’ve never felt
The only thing that’s beautiful
Is that I’m already dead
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Zero two zero, waiting for Hiro
It’s going to blow, never adorn in my robe
True law is all I’ve even spoke
It’s not a love story, it’s a sad one
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There’s no plan
There’s nothing I can
The earth keeps
My cage thirteen
I can’t untie me. Uh, oh…
I first cut myself at age twelve. And tried to commit suicide. I was diagnosed with depression right before I turned thirteen.
Now before all of you come at me saying “that can’t be true” or “12 is a little kid,” I have been an extremely advanced individual all my life. I was reading above most adults level at the age of ten. Most people thought I was lucky but to be able to understand everything going on around me at such a young age was torturous for me. My mother and father had very hard psychological pasts, my father being handed around from person to […]
My name is Elora Schrader. I am thirteen years old, and I was hospitalized last March for an overdose of prescription drugs. My parents are druggies and drunks, and I beg for them to notice me, but nobody listens and nobody hears me cry. Because, in the here and now, nobody cares about anyone but themselves.
I have deconstructed a pencil sharpener, removing the blade. it is 10:35 PM. I will not do anything until 11:00. I hope that I will see or hear, something, anything to change my mind. I don’t WANT to do this again, but it is the only solution. Not just to […]