No More

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i used to be No More

i had given up on life

All hope had died

Worse than that, my hope had been murdered.

So i had given up on hope.

i had given up that life would ever be ok.

That life could still be... magical and good. 

i had given up on myself.

i only had my Demons to comfort me. 

No one else but Them.

they Loved me. 

i used to be in a darker place.

i self harmed almost everyday. And IF i wasn't hurting myself, i was asking someone to hurt me. Doing things so that i would get hurt. i used to be that kind of person. 

i used to be No More.

But now I say No More.

I have given up. But on something else. Not on life. Nor on hope. No. I have given up on self harm. 

I have given up on all the bad. I have decided to grab Life by the handle bars. I decided to stop self harm.

Life Does get Better. That is a FACT. 

I have left my Demons. Even though they still follow me, haunting me.

But now I have my Angels with me. 

my Angels have saved me. They are my Saviours

I am no longer an empty shell. 

I am no longer that dark person with nothing but Demons in my mind and cuts covering my body. 

They are nothing but Scars to me. They are a reminder that I am moving on. 

I am Alive.

I am a fighter. 

I am determined now. 

I will not go back. 

that is No More. 

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