Depression and self harmYou are a girl. A 'nerd' and a 'freak. You're the girl everybody taunts. YouDepression and self harm by sokailover
always ask yourself what you did to deserve the torment. You never seem to get an
You scream over and over to the God you may or may not believe in. Why did you
make me this way. Why would you make me somebody everybody hates so much!? Why did
he make you somebody so...so ugly. You let your mind wonder everyday of every week
of every month of every year.
One day,you wake up. The day seems like all the others,but one thing is different.
You feel dead. You feel heavy and it seems like a chore to live. But despite that
you pull yourself out of bed. You brush your hair. You dress in long sleeves and
jeans every day despite how hot it may be,hiding scars on your legs and arms.
People question you and you reply that you're only cold. They accept it and move
on with their happy day.
Moving along you pulled up your sleeve,locked in your room. You pull out a razor
you got off your pencil sharpener. nobody notic
The Symptoms of SuicideHow can you tell when someone wants to die?
Are there physical signs for people who have given up on life, like symptoms of some terminal disease?
Maybe you can see it in their eyes, that ashy grey colour that indicates the total absence of any form of hope.
Maybe you can smell it on them; a sour, despondent smell, similar to the stench of turned milk.
Perhaps you can hear it in their voice, the lack of electricity, the lack of life.
A dead voice.
The voice of a suicidal person should sound like a note played on a harpsichord. Tinny, listless, flat. An unpleasant noise that makes your skin crawl. Nails on a chalkboard.
But maybe there aren't any signs.
Maybe the nicest boy in class is the same boy who gets abused by his step dad every day after school.
Maybe the girl with the infectious laugh is the same girl who is too afraid to tell anybody that she got raped because she still blames herself.
Maybe the boy who does charity work for homeless people is the same boy who cries himself to
Suicide Note I grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen. Tears ran down my face as I quickly scrawled a message to my friends. I had six. They were the only things that had kept me going for so long. After I was finished writing, I put the piece of paper into an envelope and wrote their names on the front. Underneath their names, I wrote not to open the box until the letter had been read. Then I put the small velvet box next to the envelope and put them on the corner of my desk. They were the only things there, they would get noticed instantly.
I snuck into my parents bedroom. Neither of them were home, so no one would notice. But I was careful anyway, taking the gun out of my Dad's sock drawer. I went back to my room, made sure it was loaded, and sat down on my bed. A million things ran through my mind, and more tears came to my eyes.
Sam and I bickering over stupid things. Percy, Sadie, and I playing in the kids park, even though w
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