Dear Diary

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This chapter is one I made up. Some things are from my personal life, and things I just made up. Enjoy!

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Dear Diary, I've tried so hard to fix this and fit in. But I've come to realize, all I do is just messing things up. All I do now is make everyone stressed and angry with my pressence. Why? Why do I always do this? No one knows but myself, how much I just want to die. End. Completely. There's just times where people tell me that I'm a coward, worthless, stupid, fat, ugly, anorexic, bitch, and much more. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I guess I just do. 

Oh Diary, I just don't know what to do. Appologize to everyone is just making me seem like a baby. But not doing it, I seem rude. What do I do? What, oh what? Why can't I just fit in?

Daddy hit me today. He left a big old bruise on my eye. And says I was just made a mistake. After my Mom died, he's been like this. She's been gone since I was 5. I'm 16 now. Every day it's just hard to get up knowing she's gone. Same for my dad, but I don't know why he takes it out on me. The names he calls me are just the same as the other students, but a parent is suppose to care for you. Or so I thought. And if not even my own daddy does this, I must really be a coward.

I cut again today. It's mid-May. I'm still wearing sleeves. I have the cuts in so deep, all the way up to my shoulder. I slice it so hard, it's the only reason I know I'm alive. The oozing blood just gives a sensation out through my whole body. As tears roll down my face, I'm smiling for once. I love the pain so much. It makes me feel so much better. As I run out of room from me arms, I move to my thighs. Look at what a living monster I have become.

This once, innocent girl, gone. Gone right before your eyes. Never to be back. Never.

Dear Diary, I killed myself tonight. The words were too much to endure anymore. I took my daddy's advice. He handed my the rope, and I did it. I looked out at the moon, and whispered "It'll all be over soon." So this is it world. Goodbye.

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