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Oct 2013
I'M WORTHLESS. USELESS. UGLY. FAT. *******. UNLOVED. HATEFUL. CRAZY. PSYCHOTIC. LONELY. DEPRESSED. TIRED. UNWANTED. BURDEN. GREEDY. ABUSIVE. FUGLY. UNRELIABLE. LIAR. SAD. DISTRACTED. ADD. SUICIDAL. MANIAC. PARANOID. ****** UP. I AM LL OF THESE AND MORE. NO ONE CAN TRUST ME. I CAN'T STAND BEING AROUND PEOPLE. I'M A LONER. I DON'T NEED FRIENDS. I HAVE MY OWN LIFE TO LIVE. I HATE DRAMA. I'M NOT SMART. I'M A FAILURE. I'M NOT THE GIRL EVERYONE THOUGHT I WAS TO BE. I HAVE NO LIFE. I HAVE NO TALENTS. I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYONE. I'M LONELY. I'M SICK. I'M DISGUSTING. I'M BORING. I NEED HELP. HELP WON'T WORK. HELP CAN'T CHANGE ME. I'M TIRED OF ALL THIS ****. I JUST WANT TO BE WHO I AM. I WANT TO BE ACCEPTED. I WANT TO BE LOVED. I WANT TO BE HATED. I HATE LIFE. I HATE PEOPLE. I HATE MY PARENTS. I'M SCARED OF EVERYTHING. I'M WEAK. I'M TERRIFIED. I MISS THE PERSON WHO MADE ALL OF THIS GO AWAY. I NEED SOMEONE TO CATCH ME BEFORE I FALL EVEN FARTHER. SOMEONE PLEASE CATCH ME. SOMEONE SAVE ME. WHERE HAS MY HERO THAT WAS HERE GONE TO? HAS HE LEFT ME? HE HAS. HS SELFISH SELF. I'M COMPLETELY ALONE NOW. HE LEFT BECAUSE HE COULDN'T STAND ME. HE HATED ME. HATED THE REAL ME. HE WAS TIRED OF ALL MY ****. HE NEVER CARED. HE JUST ACTED LIKE IT. HE ACTED LIKE HE LOVED ME. HE PLAYED ME FOR OVER A YEAR. NOW I'M BROKEN. NOTHING IS HERE TO FIX ME. NO ONE WANTS TO BE AROUND ME ANYMORE. NOT EVEN MY OWN PARENTS. THEY HAD ONCE SAID THAT EVERYTHING WAS GOING TO GET BETTER BUT IT'S NOW GOTTEN WORSE. MY LIFE HAS DRAINED OUT OF ME. MY SOUL IS GONE. I'M WALKING AROUND LIKE A ZOMBIE WHILE EVERYTHING JUST CRASHES DOWN. I CAN HARDLY BREATHE ANYMORE. I'M DEAD INSIDE. I HAVE NO ONE TO SAVE ME. SAVING ME SOUNDED LIKE A GOOD IDEA THEN BUT NOW... I DON'T WANT TO BE SAVED. I JUST WANT TO LET GO. LET IT ALL GO AND FIND MY PLACE IN HELL. MAKE ALL THE NIGHTMARES THAT NO ONE COULD EVER TAKE AWAY DIE OUT. I HAVE NOTHING ANYMORE. HELL I CAN'T EVEN SPIT OUT A WORD FOR HELP. MAYDAY IS ALL I WANT TO SAY BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE A BURDEN. I DON'T WANT SOMEONE'S PITY. I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE. DO I STILL WANT LOVE? NO ONE IS WILLING TO GIVE ME ANY. ALL I AM DOING IS FALLING. DOWN. NEVER GOING TO BE CAUGHT. NEVER GOING TO BE HELPED. NEVER GOING TO BE OKAY. NEVER GOING TO GET BETTER. MY DAYS ARE DONE AND I'M WILLING TO GIVE MYSELF TO THE DEVIL. MAYBE HE CAN HELP ME MORE THAN OTHERS HAVE. NO ONE EVEN TRIED TO HELP ME. THEY JUST SAT AROUND AND WATCHED ME DIE INSIDE, LAUGHING. NOT EVEN MY HERO. I NEVER HAD A HERO. HE WAS JUST A LIE THAT I THOUGHT WOULD HELP ME. JUST A COLD HEARTED LIAR. A LOSS OF MY TIME THAT I COULD HAVE FOUND SOMETHING GOOD TO DO. I CAN'T HAVE THAT NOW BECAUSE THAT PRETTY FACE TOOK TOO MUCH OF MY TIME AWAY.  NOW ALL I CAN THINK IS THAT I WISH I WOULD HAVE SUCCEEDED. WISH I COULD HAVE DIED WHEN I HAD CANCER. NO ONE WOULD HAVE CARED. I COULD HAVE JUST SNUCK AWAY AND DIED IN THE WOODS. NO ONE WOULD COME FIND ME. I USED TO WANT YOU TO BURN IN HEL FOR BREAKING ME AND PUSHING ME INTO A DARKER DARKNESS. I WANTED TO BURN EVERY BIT OF YOUR STUFF. BUT THEN I WENT INTO A DEEPER DEPRESSION BECAUSE ALL I COULD DO WAS THINK ABOUT MY HERO. FRUSTRATED, I HAD CUT MYSELF UP. GOT ADMITTED. PUNISHED MYSELF. I STILL HAVE MANY SUICIDAL THOUGHTS. I KEEP THEM BOTTLED UP DEEP INSIDE TILL I BLOW UP ON SOMEONE. I JUST WANT TO SLIT MY WRIST AND BLEED TO DEATH. NO WOULD CARE. NO ONE WOULD CARE BECAUSE I'M WORTHLESS, USELESS, UGLY, FAT, CRAZY, PSYCHOTIC, BURDEN, PARANOID, ****** UP, LAZY, HATEFUL, BORING, UNWANTED. I JUST WANT TO FIND SOMEONE TO TALK TO. SOMEONE THAT CAN BRING ME BACK TO LIFE. NO ONE CAN DO THAT THOUGH BECAUSE NO ONE WANTS ME. I WANT TO LEAVE THIS EARTH AND FALL INTO THE PIT. I HAVE NOTHING TO LIVE FOR. I HAVE NO ACCEPTANCE. I HAVE NO ONE. I HAVE NO HEART ANYMORE. IT'S BEEN RIPPED FROM MY CHEST ALONG WITH MY SOUL.I HAVE NO FUTURE. ALL MY DREAMS HAVE BEEN CRUSHED. EVERY BIT OF ME IS IN PIECES, CRUMBLING TO THE FLOOR. EACH PIECE PAINFULLY DYING.WHY CAN'T I HAVE SOMEONE TO LOVE ME THE WAY SOMEONE IS SUPPOSED TO BE LOVED? WHY WON'T SOMEONE COME UP BEHIND ME AND SAVE ME? WHY DO PEOPLE HAVE TO BREAK ME DOWN AND SHOVE ME INTO A DARK PIT? I CAN'T BREATHE IN THIS TIGHT SPACE ANYMORE. I CAN'T BREATHE IN MY OWN SPACE ANYMORE. I JUST CAN'T BREATHE. NO ONE IS EVEN TRYING TO REVIVE ME. THE ******* HAVE NEVER CARED ABOUT ME. MY HERO WAS ALL A LIE. HE RIPPED OUT MY HEART AND MADE ME CRY. NOW I CAN'T BREATHE, BUT DIE. DYING SOUNDS LIKE THE BEST WAY OUT. I HAVE SO MANY SOLUTIONS TO ACCOMPLISH THAT. MORE THAN I CAN COUNT ON MY FINGERS.
Dezriel Niva Arcs
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Dezriel Niva Arcs  On the Road
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