Suicide Stigma
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Ongoing5m
Last published Tue, May 12, 2015
This story isn't fictional. This story won't have a "happy ending". This story is about me. Sounds selfish, huh? Well, it's not meant to. This story is to show that those of you who struggle and those of you who feel so alone... Aren't alone. No matter how far away from the world you feel. You are NOT alone. You are loved if you it or not. And yes, I understand that this sounds like the same shit you get told all the damn time and it ma not mean anything to you at all anymore... But it's true. Depression is a real thing. It's an illness that seems to have no cure. It brings about anxiety and many other things. It can lead to self harm, suicidal thoughts and actions and many, many more things. This is for those of you who know what I'm talking about. For those who understand. Those who are going through what I'm talking about. This story is NOT meant for people to laugh at. It is NOT for attention. It is clearly for the fact that I want ya'll to know I know understand and know exactly what you may be going through.
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brOKen {Discontinued}
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The experiment.
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.Complete
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this story is for anyone who wanta to read it... it might be a trigger warning to some sensitive people. I'm sensitive. this is my life. it may spund like drama... but its all true. This is my life in the form of poems. Heart felt meaningful poems. If u want to think I'm crazy go for it... Here we go
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