Suicidal Thoughts

Suicidal Thoughts

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"Have you ever watched someone you love slowly slip away? You watch someone so perfect...go completely off their rocker. Have you ever looked them in the eyes and watch invisible tears stream down their pale cheeks? I didn't think so, that's why we put on this mask to cover up the scar's society has left on our gentle, but now tattered faces. With skin like porcelain and word's like shatters of glass from a broken mirror...You sip the blood from your own veins, like a alcoholic to a Whiskey Bottle. Wake up, nightmares, screaming, scared of something that's not there. That's when you realize the monster's in your dream's aren't monster's, they are you. You are the monster hiding under your bed, hiding in the dark, lurking in your own shadow. That's when you wake up, grab your mask, and start it all over again."- Chemically Thomas
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I'm about to tell you a story about a girl. A normal girl. A girl that had no cares in the world, until her trust for it was stripped away. When you read her story, you'll find yourself trusting her, loving her, rooting for her. But you see, not everyone gets to trust the world. Not everyone has a happy ending. --- Halfway through the kiss however, his attitude changed; instead of being a loving embrace, it became a fierce trap. His grip on her waist tightened, trapped her where she was instead of simply holding her where he wanted her. The hand in her hair grabbed a section of it, enforcing his demand for her not to go anywhere. Before she knew what was happening, he left go of her hair, and pushed her to the ground. She gasped, suddenly able to breathe. He stood up and walked over to her. He placed a soft hand on her cheek, just like he used to when he was telling her how special she was to him. None of the emotion was there this time however, all she could feel radiating from his was rage. "You shouldn't have run off, babe," he said bitterly. "I was about to show you how much I loved you. Instead, I now have to show you what happens when you anger me." --- The men regarded her, before she was shoved to the ground and one produced a whip. There, laying broken on the floor, as the other girls watched, she was whipped. Slowly, she felt her skin breaking in time with her heart and her will.

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