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Disturbed Thoughts

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Reads 151
Votes 15
Parts 16
Time 11m

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I am a human being like no other, yet with a pinch of imperfection, a teaspoon of guilt, and a ocean of salted tears. Often called worthless and cursed to be six feet under. Living in the island of the forgotten lost, I'll tell you my disturbed thoughts of whom no one cares to know and will never care.All Rights Reserved

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You Saved Me by cassinglass

People don't understand me. I was just a small town girl who didn't know what to do. All because I was quiet, listened to punk, and always wore jackets to cover my scars, I was labeled as the 'Emo Freak'. I've been teased and hit. I've been abused by people at school, and by my mother, if that's what you can call her. My life is a mess. The only escape I had was music. All the bands I listened to provided a sense of comfort for me. Especially one band in particular by the name of All Time Low. I felt a major connection between the lyrics and the band. They were the only reason why I was alive. This is my story. **FICTIONAL STORY**

Safe. Home. by honestly_lying

I'm the girl who sits in the back of the class that no one notices. Who always quiet and doesn't socialize. I'm a social outcast. You can walk right pass me with out noticing. I have no friends or people I talk to. Not even the teachers notice me even though I get good grades and turn in my work. I'm a nobody. No one cares about me; no one will ever care about me.

When reality splits [completed] by KatMoon11

All I want is to be alone. I wish that no one existed. My name is Zeina. I don't talk much. Not at all actually. Well not really. I sign or write things down in my notebook. I can speak. But I really only speak to those I trust. Today I'm gonna die. Don't feel bad for me, I am choosing my fate after all. Im tired of living. It's exhausting really living up to your own expectations and the expectations of others. I'm sick of shaving every inch of my limbs, plucking my eye brows, doing my hair, getting dress. Honestly I'm sick of people. My hair is long and dark brown with blonde in it. I have bangs that hang over my face and ever so slightly across my eyes. I don't have friends. My family sucks. So if you're reading this I have a question for you. Are you an outcast too. Everyday I come home from school, take sleeping pills, and go to sleep. Now I just want to sleep. Infinitely. (A/N I'm currently editing this!)

The heartless bitch by teenay15

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Picking Daisies (Book #1, Emily's story) by CallOfTheAlpha

Why I wasn't important. Why I wasn't worth it. Why I was invisible. Why I gave up. Why I hate myself. Why I am alone. Why I got rope. Why I got a chair.

Losing my real self by Joan_melody

It's hard becoming who you really are,when you hold on to your past,afraid of making mistakes,until you find yourself you keep sinking low into someone you aren't meant to be.(UNEDITED)

Why Don't I Write You A Poem by ShustKidding

I write poetry all the time to an empty audience. I don't expect posting it here to be any different but at least I'm putting my work out there.

Hollow by geneva_66

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My Silenced Cries by Love_Albrecht

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The Thing (o2l fanfiction) by violet-lights

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You Saved Me

People don't understand me. I was just a small town girl who didn't know what to do. All because I was quiet, listened to punk, and always wore jackets to cover my scars, I was labeled as the 'Emo Freak'. I've been teased and hit. I've been abused by people at school, and by my mother, if that's what you can call her. My life is a mess. The only escape I had was music. All the bands I listened to provided a sense of comfort for me. Especially one band in particular by the name of All Time Low. I felt a major connection between the lyrics and the band. They were the only reason why I was alive. This is my story. FICTIONAL STORY