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


Saturday, June 2, 2012

'If you die, Daniella wouldn't have to face her classmates, Shanya wouldn't have to face the clique. Isn't it better? So go & die now'
This voice seriously shouted at me.

I seriously thought that way.

Please make the voices stop, please. I'm on my mother fucking knees.

How many probs have to happen every week? No, everyday.

Rachel?

I never thought you'd be sucha person. I fucking trusted you. Everyone I trusted all just threw my trust, step on it & walked away. How many more is gna do that? Is it gna happen till I decide not to trust anyone anymore?

I'm begging for all this drama to stop, I'm begging.

I can really imagine my death. Idon'tknow..... Sometimes, I think I'm crazy. Well, maybe.

Before you die :
'Just go & die, bitch. You don't deserve to be here. Just be dead alr.'
After death :
'Such a pity. I should have helped'

Honestly, what's the point of saying sorry, saying you should help & all when the person's dead alr? You contributed to the person committing suicide, & after she dies, you come & say you're sorry & all.

She's dead. You came to care now? Isn't it fucking too late?

I hope it haunts you that you're the cause of someone's death.

I'm not gna trust Wayne anymore.

After seeing Wengkit's tweets, it seems like Wengkit knows everything.

Quarreled with Wengkit on twitter. Tmrw sure a lot tweets bout me. It's okay, I'd be out anyway. I just hope I won't see 'em & break down & cut again.

No, I don't cut for attention. It'd make me feel a lot more pathetic than I already do.

Have you ever wonder if your words ever hurt someone? Have you ever thought of how someone would feel? Have you ever spare a thought for someone?

Honestly, how many people committed suicide from getting bullied? So so many.

After so many deaths, people start feeling sorry for a while but the cycle still continue huh?

All those names called to a person, do you've the rights to call 'em that? No. Ugly? Fat? Fucked up? Slut? Nah, you've no rights to judge what's ugly, what's fat, what's fucked up & who's a slut.

Ugly? Who has the rights to say who's ugly? Who has the rights to judge what's pretty & what's ugly? No fucking one.

It's sad to see people hurling insults at someone's face thinking it doesn't hurt 'em at all.

So what if you're fucking popular or pretty? Honestly, you've fucking no rights to say anything hurtful to anyone.

It's not cowardly to commit suicide. What's cowardly? To make someone feel so bad till they have to commit suicide.

Suicide's happening everywhere. Why is no one caring? Everyone says they are sad, they are sorry.

But, who thinks of the cause? What's the cause? Words. People commit suicide cause of what others say to 'em. Cause they believed in the insults others called 'em.

People everywhere say they cares, they are sorry. But have they reflected on their actions? Have they tried stopping it? No.

Does it makes you feel better? To make someone feel so bad of 'emselves, they've to harm 'emselves? Honestly, are you happy?

Congratulations, you've blood on your hands. Murderer.

Murderer.

Have you ever thought that you've the fucking power to make someone choose life or death? Have you ever thought your words can actually make someone kill 'emselves?

No. & when you finally realise that, it's too late for it. It's too late for everything. Too late to cry. Too late to apologise. Too late for any fucking thing.

Have you ever tried to make an effort? No. & when I'm dead, don't come fucking crying at my fucking funeral.

'What's the most destructive thing known to humans?'
'Words'

Maybe you should look back, how many times have your words affect someone?

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

13March2013