#neverhappy
I've never want to wake up everyday
And find out that i'm still alive
I've never dreaming for another day
Or inhale another air
Not until I meet you
All I wish, all I hope
Is to meet you
And hug you
And it requires me to stay alive
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
And if I disappeared today,
one thing I know they'd never say,
is "she was always so happy."
Because truth be told,
I never really was.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
I hate how I'm
ugly
Stupid
useless
nobody
and yet I'm still
someone who is
living
and talking
and breathing
who should not be
breathing talking or
living
I wish I was nobody
but no matter what
I will still be a sombody who wants to be a nobody cause she
already is useless
and stupid I want to
have friends who
treat me really good
but no
I have a ****** up
group of friends.
that I love so much I can't stay away from
I hate that about me how I love everything I hate so much sometimes I hear
people say how can someone so perfect
feel so Insecure as to scar her skin with cuts and burns as if her pain isn't haRd enough ... I hate me I hate everything about me I hate it all I'm very very ugly
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
Be happy they said
**I know I should be happy....
But I'm not...**
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
You make me sick.
You make me want to crawl into a hole and never come out again.
I hate it that I don't stand up for myself but What would I say?
I don't want you to hurt me.
I'm sick of you calling me names and making me paranoid.
My pastor says that I should forgive, but that's really hard to do when it comes to you.
I feel like whenever I close my eyes, you are there...
Ready to knock me down, time and time again.
Sometimes I think that maybe, just maybe, the blade will treat me better than you do.
Or maybe all those pills in the cupboard.
Would they make me feel good?
I'll take just one, maybe two or three...
But soon that turns into seven and eight,
And I lose count after fifteen.
They make me forget about you and everything else.
I turn towards the blade and cut my throat to see if the pills want to see my ****** friend, the knife.
My two best friends,
Pills.
Blades.
And I.
What a fantastic trio we make!
But if anyone found out,
They would take you away from me.
And I just can't live with that.
So then the rope and tree would become my new friends.
You did this to me.
Are you happy yet?
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC