Really hated today...
The misery started at the moment i opened my eyes...
I wish i just stayed in my bed...my save place,,maybe something as a panic room.
The moment you leave that you're just a running target...anything can happened out there...
At school it is even worse...it's like hell on earth.
You just feel like everyone is staring at you...and whispering that you're a freak...and different...
But i don't wanna be one of them...i don't wanna be a part of the f*cking society.
i like the color black,,it makes me feel comfortable...
Music is my mask, it keeps me away from falling apart, breaking dawn and killing myself.
It really saved me...
Sometimes I think it could just be the weather...the thing that's keeping me down...
I could just blame it all on winter...
~ Anonymous
Just a cut,
Just a scratch,
‘What’s that mark?’
‘It was the cat.’
Just any excuse,
Just another lie,
‘What’s with all the bracelets?’
‘Just fashion, why?’
Just a tear,
Just a scream,
‘Why were you crying?’
‘Just a bad dream.’
But it’s not just a cut,
Or a tear, or a lie,
It’s always ‘just one more.’
Until you die
I sit on the ground,
And steady my head.
It doesn't really matter.
I’m already dead.
I turn my arm up,
About to begin.
The voices are silenced
As the blade digs in.
First there’s a pinch
Then the blood starts to explore.
Forming little red beads,
It soon starts to pour.
I laugh at the sight.
My arm starts to burn.
The monsters inside are dying,
And they start to squirm.
The feeling goes away.
There’s a pounding in my head.
There’s no hope for me.
I’m already dead.
