uncharmedfairy1989

I am me And no one else, Linked to no one And no ones help, I am me And dont forget, I am me And not your pet.

I just got dumped And i dont really care, So please dont bother me and please dont stare, I take my pain As it comes, I am not "woe" So pity me none.

What am I doing, And why am I here, What is the purpose, Of making life dear? What am I, And who do you see, What am I made of, But knick-knackes and deeds? Why do I stay here, Or why dont you leave, Whats with this system, We all live and breath?

My blood runs cold through your veins, Caught in this spot soaked by the rain. Crying the tears you wish you had shed, I lie on the ground my souls gone dead. I close my eyes to see your face, You tried to save me but you were to late. Now you sit your clothes soaked in my blood, Your crying for someone that you never loved. I lie here dead now because of you, But you didnt mean it there was nothing you could do.

Walking through my life, Forever her shadow casts in my path, Never do I get the light, I long for. Instead I seem hidden, As if invisible to the world, I am condemned, To live behind her, And stay trapped here in her trail. Now you see, I'm crying, For it is not me you see, But you see the one that shades me, The one I long to be.

Now! you shall vanish, Leave this life forever, Do not speak to me again, Not even through a letter. Go away I said! I do not want you here, For everytime time your near me, You make me shed my tears. You want me to be sad, It kills you that im not, But what will kill you more, Is the gun that i just shot. If you had been wize, You wouldnt have even started, Something that would end; Something this retarded.

Would you cry, If i died, Or just got up and left? If I ran far away, And never came back, Would you notice? If I just disappeared, Without even a word, Would you care? If i were not here, Or no longer exsisted, Would your life be changed, Would your life be differant?

You may be gone, In body and mind, But you look down at us from heaven, All the time. You may not appear, In more than our dreams, But your spirit still touches us, And your light still gleams. You may not walk with us, As we go down the road, But your loves still hear, And your soul still roams.

I had just turned fourteen, it was my birthday.  I had had a bad day at school because my only friend, Brittany, had gone on vacation; unexpectedly, and everyone else was mean to me; as usual. When I got home I figured things get better, but they didn't. It turns out my parents had completely forgotten my birthday! I found 20 dollars on the table and a note that was next to it: Jessica, Your father and I have gone out for a while. We left some money so you get some food delivered for dinner. We won't be back until late. Don't forget to do your chores. Mom My parents never really were the type who cared about me or noticed me, but still

As you were reading my story you were probably thinking to yourself "why did she write this?" Well here's my reason. As a teenager I'm sure everyone has (or had) a friend or at least knows someone who has tried or threatened to commit suicide. I have friends that threaten to kill themselves, and to see things from there point of view I try to live what they lived, and I do so through my writing. The point of my story is not that I want to kill myself; I wrote this in order to help better understand why someone would hate their life enough to kill themselves. I still do not understand what people think death will solve, but writing this story

She was almost ready to go to bed. Half naked, curled up, remembering how everyone had criticized her before. She could probably get someone to talk her down right now, but the desire had been taken away a while ago. She hadn't looked in a mirror any more than was really essential, lately. Looking in it made her remember when she was happy with herself. It made her remember dancing in front of it, or squeaking with joy thinking, 'this is my body, this is mine, and I like it.' She could remember the last time she did that clearly. But it'd been almost two weeks. Two weeks she couldn't really stand to look at herself, secretly hated every pict

Am I to believe your lies? Should I believe in this disguise? Am I to lay down And watch myself die? Should I swallow your poison willingly? 'Cause I think it's time to stand and fight. I won't lay myself down for you Tonight… I may not be Your kind of girl Because I'm not So passive as to never Figure out that you've been playing me. I won't, I don't play it down… I know your life has never been simple, but Does that justify complicating mine? There's no answer in your words And you are in need of an excuse. So stop playing this game Tell me it's over, tell me I'll never see you again. Just tell me anything. I may not

i am poor and i can die noone is waiting for me to say goodbye pain is love love is expensive i am being shoved to depths extensive i am bankrupt im imprisonerd my death is abrupt not how i envisioned you took my life took everything away i lay with strife and then i say i cant forgive you for what you did to me but oh well, see you soon cause you made me free

Ignorance so loud, It's screaming in my ear. I try screaming back at you, But you don't seem to hear. Talk disappears into lies, Lies become your every line. You tell me that things are 'normal', You pretend as if we're fine. Paranoia creeping in, And settling in my brain. Paranoia stop tormenting me, It's driving me insane. Pressure on my head, Pressure on my heart. Pressure on our relationship, And it's pulled us far apart.

He always lived inside her heart she mentions this, he falls apart. An offer of a chance to leave he left the chance, took what she needs. Kneeling on the edge right then tipping over, things start to bend. Touching bodies she just lies still empty handed, no move to thrill. Down into a prickled lie a tweak of nerves, we bleed to die. I saw the scars he whispered to her. And she saw his but, couldn't take this further. Come back, come back, I wish she would but she's so far gone now it'll do no good. Come back, come back, begging when I knew I shouldn't. I thought he might But, I knew that you wouldn't.