Nothing is a word of many purpose.
It can be an insult.
It can be a lie.
It can be a description.
It can be a fragment of imagination.
Kill yourself. That's all my mind said.
Do it. Do it! It's screamed.
I couldn't though.
I had to help them. Save them from their demons.
If they fall my goals are destroyed.
If they fall I fall too.
Not just my life, but my hopes and dreams. My happiness that I tried to get back slips out of my grasp.
Don't leave me. But adventuly they will. Alone again. No friend.
No one who understands me.
Their all standing on a wire...
But they hold weapons on that wire.
And with those weapons they harm themselves..
But what can I do about it?
I'm a failure.
I'm worthless.
I'm a bitch.
I'm nothing.
I should be dead...
It's true.
People would be better off.
Everyone would. A little bitch would have never walked into their lives and ruined them.
A worthless bitch named Lix would have died in her own time and not worried a soul.
But she has to be fucking selfish and bring them into her mess.
She doesn't deserve to live. Never have. Never will.
Only the cut on her skin will show her where she belongs.
In pain.
In sorrow.
In a world of hate.
I'm evil.
I'm a bitch.
I'm worthless.
I'm nothing.
I'm fake.
I'm fat.
I'm an attention seeker.
I will never mean anything.
I need to die...
And I will. Soon.
I will kill myself.
I will not harm anyone else...
I won't bother you again.
Because I am nothing.
And nothing is all I will ever be.
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Emotional Shorts
RandomThis is just a book of what I want to write down. I put it on here hoping it could help others see that their not alone. I would not call them stories or poems. Just thoughts that get stuck in my head for the day, or even just a scene I wish to add...
