Is Life Worth Me Staying

Is Life Worth Me Staying

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WpMetadataReadTamamlanmış Hikaye Per, May 5, 2016<5 mins
Depression is the worst thing there is ur at a consent battle between you self you ether survive or you die trying is a war and it's hard cause alot of people die trying to make it I'm one of those many people for years I had depression anxiety and it's always seemed to get worse everyday no matter how hard people tried I wouldn't get better I wouldn't smile he'll I wouldn't even laugh do u know what it's like not to laugh for 4 months straight it sucks and it hurts I hold my tears back and I cut my skin with the cold blade I watch all the blood pour out my skin and down my arm to the floor I think it's my pain going away but in reality it's not it does nothing your just sitting there hurting ur self even more then what u already are for the longest I believed that doing that help and ik we all heard this one before CUTTING DOESN'T DO ANYTHING BUT MAKE EVERYTHING WORSE !! Now I'm sure we all heard that before and we had a I fair fights with people who tell us that ..
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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.

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