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And you pray everyday for the pain to go away but it never did ♥


Thursday, May 17, 2012

Really moody now.

I need to fucking talk to someone, but no one's here. I guess, I just have to cut...

I hate resorting to cutting, but I do that everyday.

Athens wanted to confiscate my penknife but I took it back in the end.

I'm scared. I'm afraid. I'm afraid I'd really live without it.

I feel secure looking at that penknife. I don't know. That there's something to help me vent my moodiness.

Cause no one here's. No one fucking here. I don't know what to do. I only can cut. No one understands. No one will..

I need to talk to someone so badly.. I need to.. I'm dying. I wna die. Fuck. Okay, I really need to cut myself so badly.

I'm sucha freak. Who the fuck get better by cutting. Who the fuck cuts? What am I? What?

Do you fucking understand the pain I'm in?

'I don't want to fall for him, but I did. I fell for him, but I never ever wanted to.'
Don't you understand? I don't want to get hurt over the same fucking reason again.

I'm never gna let my hopes up. Cause I learnt. I'm never gna believe in myself. I'm never worth a chance. I know myself too well.

If I don't love myself, why would anyone love me?

If I had a choice, would it ever be me?

I feel like crying.. I feel like breaking down. I feel like killing myself, I feel like cutting.

Why isn't anyone here now? Why? Am I that worthless?

No one to talk to. No one to confide in.

Nah. I'm worthless to everyone. I never meant anything to anyone.

Please.. The urge to cut. Please fucking go away. Please. I beg you.. I don't want to feel like a freak anymore. Please. The voices, go away. Please. Stop torturing me. Please...

I'm on my fucking knees. Please fucking go away. These voices, please let me go. Please. I can't take this anymore. I'm on my mother fucking knees. Please. Don't let me cut. Please.

Fuck. This voices are going to me alr.

I'm so sorry... I'm not strong enough. I'm sorry... How I wish I can just die. Please..

I'm gna make everyone hate me. Then when I die, people will find it easier to cope without me. No one will ever be sad. Yea.. I'm sorry. I can't take this anymore.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'll never be worth your love.















They say they wouldn't leave
But they still did


Cheryl Baby'Piglet ♥

Don't underestimate the amount of pain someone must be in to drag a blade across their skin
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal
Love leaves a memory no one can steal

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The Past ♥

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