Help me!
Help me!
Help me!
Help me!
Help me! Please!
He.. lp... M.. Me...
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The voices it's coming to get me again. The thought it's starting to surround me again!
People won't stop, they won't stop.. I'm hurting..
They are hurting me..
Stabbing needle to my heart. Pricking it slowly.
I just want to be happy? Why is it that hard!
They don't understand!
My heart , aching, hearing they say that.
My eyes , swelling with tears, to be treated like this.
Crying
Crying
Crying
Crying
Again...
Can't stop! The voices! The voices it's coming again!
The voices.. Telling me to be dead, to run away from the house. To show them it's their fault making me like this.
To be dead and give them the statement of why.
To reopen the sealed scars.
To crush my heart to pieces.
I thought I escaped.. But guess what I'm not.
They are starting again.
My friends! Talk ill about me..
My parents! Blaming me for everything.. They hurt me by their actions and words toward me.
My siblings! They simply want me to be gone in their life.
My night! Filled with tears and hurt.
My heart! Breaking into milion pieces.
And still, They can't see that. They won't understand!
You won't understand!
Am I that easy to be hated? Am I that bad?
Why?
Why?!
I want to live. I want love.
But guess what.. I'm starting to think that the real problem is me.
Me.
Me. To blame.
Me. To hate.
Me. To be dead.
Me. To be gone.
I don't know.
I just want to heal, but look like the fate have other idea.
The voices came again, dragging me into the darkness and sorrow.
Just wait, my death is coming.
I barely have the reason to stay alive.
"One reason, two ending"
The words that always played in my mind. My closest friends know what does this mean to me.
Help me.. Help me to heal..
Help me..
Pull me out from the darkness, I know I can't make it myself this time.
Help me..
Because I know,
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I wanted to be dead again..
To commit suicide..
All because of them.. My life..
I want it to end!
Help me.. Or else.. I don't know how will I continue living..
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I'm dead.. Inside and outside.. All fake.. I can't take it anymore.. Why can't you help me?
Just wait, my death is coming and I know it's only around the corner.
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Last Farewell -Suicide
Short StorySuicide? Yes, perhaps. People forces themself to smile and be happy, but deep down they're not. They suffers and pushed to the limit. They smile but they want other people to look carefully and see that they are hurted and broken. Warning: Contains...
