by Rachele Aug 24, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
My secrets the thing that's keeping me alone. The day I picked up the blade, I became so unknown. My life was taken from me within seconds. And at that very moment the blood came out, I became the "cutter" no one knows about. Life took a turn from me that day, that I thought would never happen. And at that moment, everything seemed so far away. My days grew longer, and my time became shorter. I thought nothing really mattered, and this was how I was going to end. I began to keep everything inside. No one ever saw my warning signs. But all life seems to be filled with these days, are memories of how it all slipped away. And even though one day I'll stop this. I'll always be known as the cutter to them. Once they found out, all the good memories got erased. And all they could think about is, "what a disgrace." Cause no one ever takes time to listen to someone in need. They always pass judgment, and then they never get to see. |
by Michelle
Again, very well written. You're an excellent writer. Keep up the great work. |
Oh my gawsh!!! i love this, i just wantz to hugz you for writting this!!! lol!!! its like exactly how i feel most of the time, it kiks my arse!!! lol i gave you a 5/5 your a kik arse writter, keep on writting!!! |