my dreams have been flooded with the grim reaper. there are some where there many of them. there are some where they’re all in white cloaks. either way i always fight with them and end up killing them. there’s been a couple about myself and my parents talking in another room about me being demonic… Continue reading Grim Reaper
Why do i try to live…. my life is lost to the nothing-ness. I always knew it would i mean if your parents are a drugy and a cheating slut..you would expect a shity life. I ask my self day-ly if i should shoot my fucking brains out cause i dont want to end up… Continue reading Born without life
how long can u last under pressure? how long can u deal with the pain and stress of life? of being the strange odd one people stare at… She couldnt cope. She did whatever it took to get away,She had to run. Parents, friends, complete strangers could do nothing for Her, She wa determined to… Continue reading the stress takes it’s final toll…
Last week I went out with my cousin. He took me over to his girlfriends house her brother and best friend was also there. We all set in her room(my cousins girlfriend) at the same time my cousins was rolling a blunt. I had smoked weed plenty times before but I not a full flegged… Continue reading Good Night, Good Time
Ever since I can remember, I’ve been different from other kids. I liked girls. I don’t know what is was about them that I liked so much. They were so beautiful and sweet, much sweeter than any guy. I was always taught that stuff like that was wrong.
Meet Johnny. At age 16 he’s decided to give up. His parents are divorced.
I’m going into an everlasting sleep, after I cut my wrist nice and deep. After this life of torment and pain, shortly Satan and I will reign.
It All Started When I Was About 13 and in the 8th grade . ..i Was growing up alot faster then alot of the other girls so i looked like i was about 16 or 17. I Wanted to go out ALL the time. i had friends alot older then me and boyfriends that were… Continue reading True Story – Suicidal thoughts -my LIfE
“i stand in my bathroom the sharpest razor in my right hand, and in my left, a red rose grasped tightly in my palm. the thorns pricking my hands.
Every spring people end up missing. Days later their bodies are found, drained of blood. In this small town, no one is ever safe, not even me. One dark and cold night I went out with some friends to go to a party. We disobeyed our parents when they said “no going out passed five.”… Continue reading Death Comes To Town (Part 1)