stuck_n_corner
11-11-2006, 04:05 PM
i know muslim ppl must not think this way but i always thought about killing mself,i harm myself ,i cut myself since7 months now..i feel almost always depressed,and i thik about death all time long i do write about too ,i triedto suicide 3 times.nobody know from my family
ON 10, JANUARY
i can't wait!
i have changed my plane...
i told myself a tousand times i'll escape home before i got 21
but i belive now i can't save any more in my account
i can't wait three years anymore
i'm sick of living this life
i gave the life a chance to prove
it is merciful
three fucking years of depression
of loss, of grief, of downs
i can't keep that promise for another three years
i'll break it, i'll take back my word
i've had enough
i'll end my life
three months only
separaiting
i'll make everybody hates me so they won't miss me
i don't care if i had beautiful times
and i don't care if i'll have few ones more
i'll put an end for my misery
twenty pills of your medecine mama..
i'll pop them all
i don't have a cancer to cure
but i have a life to end
another 50 cuts on my arms..
may be deep may be not
i don't care
i just want to bleed
i'll go up to the sixth floor
yes, i'll go up dad
not to see u in your office but to breath my last breathe
arms still bleeding
the bandeges under my clothes, you can't see
pills are taking me under
i see you down..screaming at me
you think i'll get down and give up?
students, people i've known
people hated me are surrounding you..calling me too
i won't get down..it's my choice
i let down my self from the edge
everybody screams..kids cry
it's too late to save me now
you got me to the hospital
luckily i'll be dead
mama, i know you'll cry
and you'll feel guilt inside
consuming you
you didn't think i'll got this way
you'll wish that you took me seriosly when i told you
i hate myself..
you'll cry at night
you'll fail being brave..
my best friend, i know you'll cry too
on my grave
may be you'll hate me later for what i'll do
then you realise i told this befor it got this way
my family, you'll realise it's reallity, and it's not a dream
when you see my diary the black book in my closet
when you read how much i hated myself
how much i hated this life
how much i tried to suicide
you'll see the dark old drops of blood
you'll belive that i cut my fucking self everyday
now you know me well
i'm not like i seemed to be
do you love me still?
will you cry on my grave any more?
10-november-2006
ON 10, JANUARY
i can't wait!
i have changed my plane...
i told myself a tousand times i'll escape home before i got 21
but i belive now i can't save any more in my account
i can't wait three years anymore
i'm sick of living this life
i gave the life a chance to prove
it is merciful
three fucking years of depression
of loss, of grief, of downs
i can't keep that promise for another three years
i'll break it, i'll take back my word
i've had enough
i'll end my life
three months only
separaiting
i'll make everybody hates me so they won't miss me
i don't care if i had beautiful times
and i don't care if i'll have few ones more
i'll put an end for my misery
twenty pills of your medecine mama..
i'll pop them all
i don't have a cancer to cure
but i have a life to end
another 50 cuts on my arms..
may be deep may be not
i don't care
i just want to bleed
i'll go up to the sixth floor
yes, i'll go up dad
not to see u in your office but to breath my last breathe
arms still bleeding
the bandeges under my clothes, you can't see
pills are taking me under
i see you down..screaming at me
you think i'll get down and give up?
students, people i've known
people hated me are surrounding you..calling me too
i won't get down..it's my choice
i let down my self from the edge
everybody screams..kids cry
it's too late to save me now
you got me to the hospital
luckily i'll be dead
mama, i know you'll cry
and you'll feel guilt inside
consuming you
you didn't think i'll got this way
you'll wish that you took me seriosly when i told you
i hate myself..
you'll cry at night
you'll fail being brave..
my best friend, i know you'll cry too
on my grave
may be you'll hate me later for what i'll do
then you realise i told this befor it got this way
my family, you'll realise it's reallity, and it's not a dream
when you see my diary the black book in my closet
when you read how much i hated myself
how much i hated this life
how much i tried to suicide
you'll see the dark old drops of blood
you'll belive that i cut my fucking self everyday
now you know me well
i'm not like i seemed to be
do you love me still?
will you cry on my grave any more?
10-november-2006