what is the point , living everyday the same as the one before , nothing changes nothing happens , the one person that keeps you alive holding onto you by a string . The feeling of not being enough running through your head . the blood pours down day after fucking day yet it helps no one. The fucking pain you feel every god damn day , the same time of day , the few hours where it is silent enough to hear your thoughts but loud enough to not focus .
doubts of your own opinions and judgement on your looks , fading feelings of the things you used to die for , no longer a good memory but a sad past time , where you used to be able to feel things . why must i feel so alone when so many people say they care , say they love you .
"death isn't the answer" bullshit , it is an answer , maybe not the best but it is one , it shuts off all of the thoughts , even the few happy ones you've been getting recently . the light in my brain never shuts off , on just to keep the dark away , the fear .
one more cut and i'll be okay , one more then i can feel something , one more pill maybe i'll die. something to fucking stop the pain , anything . I will do anything
i just wrote a math quiz in class and failed so fucking hard , i hateeee trigonometry , tf does it exist for , to make people wanna kill themselves more cuz that's what the bitch does to meeee
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sad shit stories
Short Storyt.w suicide , cutting , bad language, basically a bunch of ad shit that i think about please please don't read this if it's triggering also dm me if you need someone
