Dark. My mind is dark. It is a very scary place you are about to know a hell of a lot better. My mind is basically love, death, disparities.....blah blah blah boring right. Lets go deeper into this set. Lets start with my abusive dad. Het hits me all the God damn time and i swear if there was a fucking god out there he would not FUCKING let me there. I do not seem him as much as I used to and half of him abuse is verbal so.... I can not prove that. Now this story is not fictional yet it is not non fiction either some of this is true some is not. This is honestly just to protect myself. I will use my real name Zoey. I am not afraid of that. I will go into detail about things. There will be things you don't understand. If u dont like it i would appreciate if u kept it to urself intill the end. This is again a very dark story...You need a strong heart to live this... Can u take it? I live it. Lets get this straight i am a cutter. I didn't want to nessasaraly die. At this point I didnt want to live. Sometimes I dont wanna live. Other times im super happy. I do not know...My best friend i will not give her real name but if you are readin this livadoll you know...you know l. Does this hurt reading this. Do you see now. Do u understand the pain yet. I dont want u to but i need you to see. To know what i feel. Do u understand. Dont cry at this. This is my mind dear. Do not fear this. Do not yell at me in school. Aka white castle lol. Please....please be okay. And please read this. At night my eyes shut and wnter black the scream i feel there is no going back. My pulse going through my body. The chills...ELECTRIFYING. Black Black total black fear...black...scream....black...white then black...all black then flash. A flash of light. A flash of hope reigns over my body winning me soul less help less i surrender to the hope. Hope is what keteps you alive even when ur dead. It is hope all hope. White and pure? HELL NO!!! See how that aint right. You see this and u think...pained girl...ha incorrect. I aint guckin emo or goth or suicidal. I am weak. And hurt. No physical pain. Emotional is what hits me. What hurts me. Sure i cut. Sure i tried to die. But see u dont know if im lying or not...haha sucks dont it. To wanna know soooooo bad but its denied. Welcome to the reason i first slit my wrist. My dad denied me information and it was important... then he told me he would shoot my mom my dad logan my non bio dad but more of a dad than him...and my sister and nana and ANYONE WHO WANTED TO SAVE ME... i can not be saved i geuss. I geuss god if there is a fucking god haha no wanted it to be that way he got his fuckin wish...and i wanted to be dead...
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Bleeding Through
Random"suicide is not an option" tell that to all the dead kids that were bullied. This is a way for me to coop the pain this helps. It hurts. I wanna slit my arms more. But i dont. Can u fix me. No..