Tuesday, August 12, 2014

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12-08-14
7:20pm




It's a relieve when you have someone you can talk to , about everything that you're not sure how to settle it. About why are those noises disturb your head , the image that won't leave you alone , the fighting that won't end , the screaming of beating and the bruised that just don't want to be healed , the cry that won't come out anymore , the people who leave you hanging , and how much suffering it is for you when every time they are around ,you have to pretend to be normal and fake your smile and laugher to make sure they think you're okay ; and that's only because you hated it when they forced to send you to psychiatrist just because they have no idea how to calm you done and it scared them.

And how tired you're you've tried various way to end it all ; The feeling when you pressed down the knife and try to cut off your vein but there's only blood that come out and the pain that you're addicted to it ( O god it fun) . The taste of the pills you swallowed and you though would kill you but it just make you sleep for days. The furious heartbeat when you stand on the x'th floor and look down and wonder how will I end up if I jump  ; but everything failed because you don't have enough courage to do it. O how you pray to god every night that you wanted to wake up tomorrow watching your body lying on the bed , and kiss it goodbye.

It's a relieve to have someone to talk with ; 








Even if the one you were talking to, will only appear when you're standing in front of the mirror.

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