I sit alone and cry. I think about everything that I've been through and everyone who has helped me through my dark times.
Ahahaha what people? No one cared when I cried so much I vomited.
No one cared when I cut so much I almost passed out from blood loss.
No one cared when I tried to overdose on painkillers.
No one cared when I cried alone in a dark closet every day.
No one cared when I stopped eating because I'm a fat ass.
So why should anyone care if I take my life and end my miserable existence?
These thoughts never leave my mouth. Well they never leave my mouth heard.
These thoughts are not just thoughts. These thoughts are screams. My screams. My silent screams...
Silent screams no one hears. Silent screams, silent pleas for help that no one ever answers..
I scream for help but no one comes. I sit on my bed, dragging scissors across my wrist, leg, anywhere I can reach, my silent pleas drowning in the scarlet blood which flows from each slice across my skin.
My screams and pleas flood out in the tears I cry every day which go unheard.
Someone please help me... I'm driving myself mad. I need help.. I need to be heard.
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Random Short Stories
RandomJust a collection of random shit I write when I'm angry/sad/happy/excited/etc. Almost every single chaoter will probably end in the character committing suicide so if you are triggered or upset by that DON'T FUCKING READ IT!!! Dark Angel out.
