Dark stuff I wrote.
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Thread Topic: Dark stuff I wrote.
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I submitted too early. :'D
It's like being trapped in a dark box, and you can't escape. I just want to end it, I really do. I can't do this anymore. It's a path I regret taking and a road I can't get off of. I'm trapped, trapped in eternal misery. Everyone says "Go to hell.", and maybe I should. I'm a worthless piece of s---, and everyone knows that. People chew me up and spit me out as if I meant nothing to them, and I probably do. Everyone hates me, and I can't blame them. I'm a disgrace to humanity.
I scream in pain, and no one listens. I'm emotionally being crushed, and I can't make it stop. It just doesn't work that way. Tears run down my face, and no one notices because no one gives two s---s about how I feel. Sometimes I wish that I had the strength to grab that bottle of pills, but I can't. I'm too weak, too afraid. I want to feel the pain yet I don't. There are so many mixed feeling that I can't control that race around in my head every day. It makes me want to run wild. Holding this razor in my hand is making my burning desire to die grow and grow.
I've been beaten, but nothing has felt more excruciating than this. The feeling of being trapped is unbareable, and I'm loosing grip. I can feel my heart slow down and my breathing shorten. The machine beeps, and I feel like I've done everyone and myself a huge deed. I'm gone, so you don't have to deal with me any longer.
Welcome to hell... -
Good job :]
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