Death must be beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head and listen to the silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
A shot to kill the pain, A pill to drain the shame, A purge to stop the gain, A cut to break the vein, A smoke to ease the crave, A drink to win the game, Because it always hurts the same.
You go home, You look in the mirror, You cry, You think you're ugly, You think you're fat, You want to die, And the worst thing is, The next day, It happens all over again, Until the day you give up.
I'm sorry mom, sorry dad, your little girl has gotten bad. Sorry brother, I'm not as strong as another. I'm sorry best friend, I had to lie. Always pretending I was fine. I'm sorry lover, to end my life. Someone else will be your wife. I'm sorry everyone, I had to go. I put an end to this show.
She's proud of herself but she won't tell you why. It has now been a month since she ast even tried. But the voice won't stop but today she won. She put down her razor and her gun.
After hours of thinking silently to herself. She goes and picks up her old friend from the shelf. Overwhelmed with emotions she picks up her blades. And disposed her evil and drops the charade.
So the first time in a while her lips crack to a smile. It won't be easy but in the end it'll be worthwhile. Her cuts will turn into scars and those scars will fade. But this makes her feel stronger, she is no longer afraid.
She sits there aware of the cloud of darkness has lifted. She can see a future for herself, she knows that she's gifted. With a smile on her face as she looks at her arm. She is defeating the devil we know as self harm...
02/08/2013 ik hou van die dag! ik hou van jou! eindelijk zijn we terug samen je slaat je armen om me heen je zegt dat het je spijt je drukt je lippen tegen de mijne we zijn weer een geheel mijn leven heeft geen zin zonder jou blijf voor altijd bij me voor altijd en eeuwig ik hou van je lieve schat
I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of yelling. I'm tired of being sad. I'm tired of pretending. I'm tired of being alone. I'm tired of being angry. I'm tired of feeling crazy. I'm tired of feeling stuck. I'm tired of needing help. I'm tired of remembering. I'm tired of missing things. I'm tired of being different. I'm tired of missing people. I'm tired of feeling worthless. I'm tired of feeling empty inside. I'm tired of not being able to just let go. I'm tired of wishing I could start all over. I'm tired of dreaming about a life I will never have. But most of all, I'm tired of being tired.
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Ik ben V., en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam Hope.
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Ik ben geboren op 25/05/1998 en ben nu dus 24 jaar jong.
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Ik ben V., en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam Hope.