Lil2hippieWhisper

18 / F

C.HYou were the pain / A child is never supposed to feel / Wrecked that child's life like a hurricane

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Mar 6, 2018

N.HYou held me in your arms / Gently / Your body was so warm

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Mar 6, 2018

UntitledWhen you're happy / Baby's got no storms / Thunder storms

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Feb 26, 2018

I Dont Really KnowI lost a friend yesterday to suicide. / He drove through a telephone poll. / This is for you Jake.

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Jan 26, 2018

Bits and PiecesIt’s the bits and pieces that I let you see / The parts of which fall from me / Like the ****** tears from the crying stone

@georgia-harkess13

Dec 28, 2015

I love you allPlease take time to read this <3 / Few people know that I have come close to ending my own life, at least 4 times. At the time that is what I wanted, to die. Mostly because I thought it would take Away the pain and suffering I felt. I never fit in, kids at school would find any reason to make fun of me. When I was eight years old my sister and I were sent to a foster home. I was told on many occasions that my father wanted nothing to do with me. So I became depressed and lived by a label known as emo. One night I felt extremely depressed and I took a razor blade to my wrist. I watched as the blood ran out of the wound I had made and at that moment I realized I was addicted. Not only to cuting but to the feeling I got when I saw my blood. I knew I had a problem, I would cut every night just so I could feel something I could control and that I knew was real. My friends in middle school saw the cuts and tried to get me help but it only made it worse. I was put into therapy but that doesn't help unless you talk, in which I didn't. I didn't feel safe. The foster home my sister and I were living in was not a very good one. The guy was a creep. So we were forced out of that home and got adopted by my uncle. We tried many councilors and therapists but nothing seemed to help. / I eventually got an 18 year old boyfriend and I was only 15. He got me drunk one night and took advantage of me. He stole my innocence, and gave me something else in return. A baby. But that baby died. Know matter how much it hurts I know that baby is better off with out me. I was so young.

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Dec 28, 2015

WinnerI knew of girl / three months ago / she was hurting

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Nov 30, 2015

BrokenI really need someone to talk to, I am broken and I don't know what to do.

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Nov 27, 2015

ConcreteI am like concrete / People walk on me / Stomp on me

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Nov 26, 2015

SuicideBeing suicidal / Doesn't mean you try to take your own life / Sometimes it means

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Nov 9, 2015

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