I thought about committing suicide...
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Thread Topic: I thought about committing suicide...
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You know, I wish I was grown up so I don't have to go over to my dads house and deal with this shiz.
if I don't go over there he's gonna ask why, and then I won't answer on my phone and then he'll get p----- at me.
*sight*
It's not worth it.
but you know what they say about whishing.
When you wish upon a star...
You're a million years late.
It's dead. -
Can i have a glass of malk?
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Try controlling your dreams. I can usually fully control mine. It's a great way to deal with stress because you're free. Just treat the people in your dreams kindly. I don't know why, but if you don't, you get more nightmares and stuff like that.
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yes, and a cookie.
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I always got weird dreams involving celebrities i'll never meet and real people i've actually met and known.
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I keep on having the same dream over and over again.
I get kidnapped.
and attempted rape.
then they let me go.
My only relief is to sleep,
When I'm sleeping.
I'm not sad.
I'm not angry.
I'm not lonely.
I'm nothing. -
They say dreams can predict things. If so, a LOT of people will be f---ed. I keep having dreams where my family dies, I slaughter the murdurers, but before I get their leader, they kill Jackie. Then I wake up yelling. My heart feeling as though it's gonna jump out of my chest, shaking, and sweating like I ran a marathon.
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Character = way you act.
Don't think I mean the soaping s--- xD -
Inwake up before those progress now. Sleeping is great. No hatred, no sorrow. er, usually.
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Oops... jk!
No, I'm not sure what I thought. Oh, well... -
Nice to know no one's answering me.
I'm going to smile like nothings wrong,
talk like everything's perfect,
and pretend it's not hurting me. -
Night guys im tired see y'all tomorrow.
"will the real slim shady stand up?" -
Good night!
"f--- you! I'm tired of getting up!" -
what ever
Nights are never good for me
Sitting here on the ground,
looking down with out a sound.
The images race though my mind,
and I remember them all the time.
I see the blood,
and the tears that flood.
I hear the breaths,
but never death.
The bruises on my wrists and feet,
the scars that I will forever have to keep.
I remember crying all night,
and I quickly gave up the fight.
Nothing ever hurt so much,
and the fact you scared me such.
I remember all the pain,
and the lies so playfully feigned. (Feigned-pretended)
I remember the glint of the knife,
because I couldn't bear to see Death's scythe.
I regret the cuts I made.
and everyday I will forever pay.
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