To all who feel like they'll curl up and die from pain. The pain only a few teens, comments, and/or the voices that even I hear.
My Friend, was told on to the consualer about his suicide. I watched him cry, and I listened to him. I agree with him. I have very little faith in God because I'm afraid god doesn't love me from my mistakes. Just like him. He's like my young brother. He's the guy at the lunch table laughing. Trying to make you smile. He seemed like he do no wrong?
My friend, thinks she knows me. She's like a bully to me now. Using one of our friend's for a hide home from cheerleading. Then, she's going to drop her next year and thinks that me and our other friend tag along. Guess what: I'm moving school.
Suicide Girl
People hurt, blood dripping, and eye ticking truth.
A blade in the victims hand and vodka in the other.
She had been dead for six hours now, and one of her friend's have been calling.
For six months,the friend never called and had the girl call.
It took her six hours of plan to kill herself.
The black WHOLE of memories that rip at her got her in a fight that day with her "best" friend.
She whispered it to her friend and his eyes teared in anger.
That's why the friend was calling.
Their friend had told her, pain in his eyes from the thought of loosing another friend.
Her mother walked in and Saw her daughter.
Her notebooks right by her, her Dream Diaries.
Even the one that said what those kids called her.
The names she is labled, and her slowly death THAT in lifeless kisses.
If you would be like her, step out.
If you feel like a failure, step in.
If your wanting to see voices, step out.
If you want to know what its like to really smile, come right on in.
No more suicidal girls and boys. No more from the increusing numbers.even a five year old is/can be suicidal. I know a man who's handsome son killed himself. For two years he was a 11 year old boy who was bullied but always smile. he's the boy who killed himself.
Please don't and turn to some one who can help you.
This is Me= The true SG
Suicidal Girl.
The girl who wrote alone on her arm with a knife.
She secretly plans every day.
Her friends never noticed because they were ignoring HER.
Everyone ignores her pretty much.
The only time someone remembers her is when they are her actual friends, need something, or want to bully her.
She's Emo and had cut herself Infron HER family.
She writes in her Dream Diary and created a website for others and a club on a website.
Her mask is held onto but even she's loosing that.
Her head full of voices that tell her the truth.
People who name her: Slut, hoe,shithead, bitch, loser, retard, and other speech of lines, everyday.
She answered a guilt test and answered a YES! on questions like: do you feel like a faiular.
13 years old and ready to die.
She's transfering schools and can't wait.
Her mask comes off to show a face full of pain.
It was a face no one knew.
She can stay in bed for days of depression and listen to music every day.
Music and Dream Diary is her escape but she's even ignored in that.
Love,
SG
My Friend, was told on to the consualer about his suicide. I watched him cry, and I listened to him. I agree with him. I have very little faith in God because I'm afraid god doesn't love me from my mistakes. Just like him. He's like my young brother. He's the guy at the lunch table laughing. Trying to make you smile. He seemed like he do no wrong?
My friend, thinks she knows me. She's like a bully to me now. Using one of our friend's for a hide home from cheerleading. Then, she's going to drop her next year and thinks that me and our other friend tag along. Guess what: I'm moving school.
Suicide Girl
People hurt, blood dripping, and eye ticking truth.
A blade in the victims hand and vodka in the other.
She had been dead for six hours now, and one of her friend's have been calling.
For six months,the friend never called and had the girl call.
It took her six hours of plan to kill herself.
The black WHOLE of memories that rip at her got her in a fight that day with her "best" friend.
She whispered it to her friend and his eyes teared in anger.
That's why the friend was calling.
Their friend had told her, pain in his eyes from the thought of loosing another friend.
Her mother walked in and Saw her daughter.
Her notebooks right by her, her Dream Diaries.
Even the one that said what those kids called her.
The names she is labled, and her slowly death THAT in lifeless kisses.
If you would be like her, step out.
If you feel like a failure, step in.
If your wanting to see voices, step out.
If you want to know what its like to really smile, come right on in.
No more suicidal girls and boys. No more from the increusing numbers.even a five year old is/can be suicidal. I know a man who's handsome son killed himself. For two years he was a 11 year old boy who was bullied but always smile. he's the boy who killed himself.
Please don't and turn to some one who can help you.
This is Me= The true SG
Suicidal Girl.
The girl who wrote alone on her arm with a knife.
She secretly plans every day.
Her friends never noticed because they were ignoring HER.
Everyone ignores her pretty much.
The only time someone remembers her is when they are her actual friends, need something, or want to bully her.
She's Emo and had cut herself Infron HER family.
She writes in her Dream Diary and created a website for others and a club on a website.
Her mask is held onto but even she's loosing that.
Her head full of voices that tell her the truth.
People who name her: Slut, hoe,shithead, bitch, loser, retard, and other speech of lines, everyday.
She answered a guilt test and answered a YES! on questions like: do you feel like a faiular.
13 years old and ready to die.
She's transfering schools and can't wait.
Her mask comes off to show a face full of pain.
It was a face no one knew.
She can stay in bed for days of depression and listen to music every day.
Music and Dream Diary is her escape but she's even ignored in that.
Love,
SG
Dear Self
What if you don’t wake up tomorrow?
What if this is your last day on this earth?
What if that two minute conversation you had with your mother two hours ago, was the last time you ever spoke to her?
What if you never ever would hear him laugh, see his smile or talk to him ever again?
What if you later this night take your last breath?
What then?
Would you be proud of the life you have lived?
Will you regret something that you did or did not say?
Would you be proud of how people would remember you?
Would you regret not taking more chances, or not telling him what you really feel for him?
I see a world of darkness and my hands are shaking..
My legs are numb..
My eyes heavy..
My heart racing..
Blacking out..
Will pills in my hands..
Hoping that they'll end the pain and I'll sleep forever..
Maybe this will be my last goodbye..
My final breath..
What if you don’t wake up tomorrow?
What if this is your last day on this earth?
What if that two minute conversation you had with your mother two hours ago, was the last time you ever spoke to her?
What if you never ever would hear him laugh, see his smile or talk to him ever again?
What if you later this night take your last breath?
What then?
Would you be proud of the life you have lived?
Will you regret something that you did or did not say?
Would you be proud of how people would remember you?
Would you regret not taking more chances, or not telling him what you really feel for him?
I see a world of darkness and my hands are shaking..
My legs are numb..
My eyes heavy..
My heart racing..
Blacking out..
Will pills in my hands..
Hoping that they'll end the pain and I'll sleep forever..
Maybe this will be my last goodbye..
My final breath..