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Depression Depression is painful.Depression by ~thewisemanishere
It's the worse thing you will feel.
It takes control of you.
Stops you from what you love.
It keeps you contained.
It feels like you're going insane.
He feels like crying.
And staying in his room.
He doesn't care.
All he does is stare.
Everyone says it will get better.
He is starting to give up the will to live.
He's tired of the bullshit.
Tired of the fakes.
He thinks he just needs a break.
Back to the bed, were he lies.
He might as well give up and die.
Why? Why must we hate instead of love?Why? by ~thewisemanishere
Why must we be judgmental rather than tolerate?
Why must we lie, to cover up the truth?
Why can't we be ourselves?
Why do we seek acceptance?
Why do we steal instead of give?
Why do we get hung up over the little things, but seem not to care that much about the big thing?
Why do we care about what's going on in other people life's, that we stop living our own?
Why are we the way we are?
Why do we do these things?
Why do we hurt other people to make ourselves feel better?
Why do some people kill?
Why do stand by and let other people get hurt?
Why do we let fear stop us in our tracks?
Why?
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Do the Right Thing Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me. Tell that to the kids that are killing themselves. Emotional pain will never leave you. Neither will the hurtful words. Those silly little words seem to burn into your brain. What one person says can affect someone's life forever. You don't realize how much words hurt, but I would rather get punched in the face. It's hard not to hurt people's feelings. I remember being a kid though and just living by that golden rule. Then, there came the teenage years, you want to help people when you're watching them get hurt, but you let acceptance get in the way of doing the right thing.Do the Right Thing by ~thewisemanishere
My Life Story My Story and Struggle with Self-HarmMy Life Story by ~PleasurelyPainful
This is a rough subject for me, but it needs to be explained. I feel that a lot of people out there may not understand why I do it because I've never fully explained it properly.
I started self-harming in middle school. I can't remember my exact age or what grade I was in, but I believe it was seventh. It was simple. I ran my blade for shaving across my upper arm. And that was it.
Why I started at that time…
I was mercilessly tortured in Middle School. Verbally abused on a daily basis. I was told I was worthless, filthy, a germ, never bathed, no one loved me, my friends all hated me, etc. All thes
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