I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

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Everything in my life goes wrong. Everything. But, when I'm with my friends, I feel happy. They don't care if I mess up, they'll support me either way. I try to keep a happy face for them, but most of the time, when they're not by me, my face falls and my mind goes dark. I've never told anyone about my thoughts except Shawn, and he's kept it secret ever since. Even then, I haven't told him about my thoughts. Dark thoughts. WARNING This story contains suicidal thoughts and actions, and abuse. Read with caution. Oh, in this story, Slipknot is your friend, not your lover. Have a good read, random citizen!
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They say life is full of surprises - but they never said some of them would break you beyond recognition. I wake up every day carrying a weight no one else can see. I laugh. I smile. I play the part. But deep inside, I'm unraveling - quietly, painfully. No one notices the war behind my eyes. The kind of pain that doesn't scream, it lingers - slow, quiet, deadly. I've forgotten what peace feels like. I only know how to survive... not live. "I'm okay." It's the lie I tell, because it's easier than explaining the emptiness. My inner demons whisper that I'm not enough. That I'll never be. And sometimes... I believe them. Sometimes, I feel like I'm already gone. But even in the darkness - even when I'm on the edge - there's still a voice, quiet and trembling, that says: "Hold on." This is a story for those who suffer in silence. For the ones fighting battles no one can see. For the broken, the tired, the ones still breathing - even when it hurts. You're not alone. And maybe... that's where hope begins.

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