All of my friends left me. I am hated in my school, and I don't know why. I don't want to live anymore. I just want this to stop. I want to die... Just let it stop..
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All of the friends I have at school have turned on me... I don't want to be alive anymore. I want to kill myself. I don't want help anymore. I just want everything to stop and to end. I just want it to stop.
I'm turning 21 in a few months. I've never been so depressed in my life. I wish I could trade lives with a sick person.
I'm that girl, the happy and cheerful one. The one who always has a shoulder for people to cry on. Why can't anyone do the same for me? I'm sorry if I sound selfish but sometimes I just need someone to tell me that they are there for me. In reality I'm insecure, sometimes depressed, used to be anorexic, and I stopped cutting after two cuts because I knew I need to stay strong for others. Now I express myself through music. I'm still insecure though and scared that I may go back to my old habits. I feel the walls closing in on me and whenever I see.something I can cut with I get the urge again. Please help me.
I want my childhood back. My innocence. It was ripped from my grasp when I was eleven. My oldest brother,who was sixteen at the time, raped me when our parents were on vacation. He threatened to hurt me if I told anyone. Three weeks later, he commited suicide. I never told anyone about what he did to me. I guess I could now that he is dead, but no one would believe me. They wouldnt want to believe me. My parents loved my brother, they never knew the monster he really was. They would refuse to believe me if I told them. So here I am, left broken and depressed by my dead brother. I still love him. I love the him he was before he started drinking and smoking. The loving, protective, happy brother he was. I love and miss that brother. But the other one- the rapist, drunk, abusive one- Im glad that one is gone. That monster that stole my innocence. I miss you, old happy brother. I hate you, new monster brother. I want my childhood back.