I feel nothing but to much at the same time.
written by Ĵαмɛƨ Sнαω
(Please read it's real)I don't belong here it isn't for me no one notices my pain and they don't care anyway so why am I still here? (The feelings are real but the story is not)
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Fights with my mind again.
Chapter 2
If I had the chance to kill myself without hurting my family I'd do it. Without thinking, in a heartbeat.
---next day---
I was lost in a hallway and couldn't find my classroom. Like they would notice if I was gone anyway...
'It's hard to find a way out isn't it?' my demons laughed in my head. 'no I'm fine.' See? I even lye to myself...
---morning---
"LOOK at me!" I was talk/yelling to my best friend. "I'm a mistake! My step-dad doesn't even hesitate to tell me!" My friend was wiping her eyes and I felt guilty for yelling at her. "You're not!" She said going in to hug me. I hadn't been hugged in months but I let her do it.
---night time---
I never imagined my life would be this way...'It's what you get!' the demons cackled. 'I-I do?' I asked them. 'YES! You always have and always will! You don't deserve anything!' "Maybe you're right..." I mumbled as I unscrewed a pencil sharpener, and took out the small 'blade'. I cut against my wrist and felt pain. That's a good thing, that means I haven't lost myself...
-----------------------------------------these feelings are real but please. I don't need some one to pity me...-------------------------------------
---next day---
I was lost in a hallway and couldn't find my classroom. Like they would notice if I was gone anyway...
'It's hard to find a way out isn't it?' my demons laughed in my head. 'no I'm fine.' See? I even lye to myself...
---morning---
"LOOK at me!" I was talk/yelling to my best friend. "I'm a mistake! My step-dad doesn't even hesitate to tell me!" My friend was wiping her eyes and I felt guilty for yelling at her. "You're not!" She said going in to hug me. I hadn't been hugged in months but I let her do it.
---night time---
I never imagined my life would be this way...'It's what you get!' the demons cackled. 'I-I do?' I asked them. 'YES! You always have and always will! You don't deserve anything!' "Maybe you're right..." I mumbled as I unscrewed a pencil sharpener, and took out the small 'blade'. I cut against my wrist and felt pain. That's a good thing, that means I haven't lost myself...
-----------------------------------------these feelings are real but please. I don't need some one to pity me...-------------------------------------
