Reflections Of A Broken Mind

Reflections Of A Broken Mind

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Slowly dying, knives in my back from how often I get stabbed in it, using all my might to stop the tears. I never understand why we cry. I talked to you online for hours but it was hard to think what life would be like without the yellow bottle and the small devices keeping me on earth. Fuck me dying, I care about the people living. Its hard to wander at night knowing your friend could be dead. Its hard wandering in the school halls and looking around at all the relationships you never meant to happen, the ones you delayed by getting in the way... There will be situations of serious matters like depression, psychopathic behavior, suicide, child trafficking, drugs, alcohol, extreme violence, blood, and deep philosophical conversations along with meaningful poems. If none of this interests you, then don't read. If all of this interests you: VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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