My Stories

Too late, can't stop.

The voice in my head don't stop saying everything they can to make me give up, Slowly coming to realize that I'm all alone in this deep dark world. Even thought it's full of life in the world, I'm alone and no one realizes what's going to happen until the voices win the inner battle.

While you're dying, you think of the people who were suppose to be there for you and you wonder why they weren't there for you. They day your death is announced to the world and/or school, everyone says "They were so happy with us" or 'They were my best friend" but all of those were lies just to get the medias attention.

Everyone who never once looked at you now looks at your portrait with either absolute pity or disgust. Either way we all die but maybe not all in a peaceful way. Everyone want sto stop bullying and suicide but in reality it'll never stop.

Everyone can do what they want to stop the victims of bullying from killing themselves but why try and help them? Maybe they have problems at help as well too but do you ever think that the bully might have problems at home? Bully never justs starts for no reason, there is always a connection to why they are hurting someone else. The ones who are bullied aren't always the only victim in the equation.

As you slowly realize there was no way you can save them. Knowing that the inner voices in their head won the battle. Feeling useless to unable to help their from their demons. Only just finding out that you could've prevented this, but it was just too late.

I won't try and talk about stop bullying because there is no reason too, no one will listen.