All I do everyday is sit at home and sleep and eat.
I dropped out of school, I am only 15 years old.
My mom has ruined my life and I can't let that go.
Everyday I listen to sad music
Make new scars in my skin every once in a while.
I think about killing myself. Like laying on top of a metal fan and just letting it cut my stomich open and watch all my organs fall out. I get really intence with these feelings.
And a lot of times I get angry and just freeak out and start breaking stuff. I write my name on walls in my own blood. I write poems that are so depressed and heart braking. I write music and play acoustic guitar. All my music is about hate and killing and wanting to die.
I have tried to get help from councelors but they make me even more mad and wanting to die. I draw really weird but cool art. All of them are also about death and overdosing and cutting until there is no more blood to be found in any vain of the body.
I rip my hair out like big chunks... I cry at least once a day. Sometimes I tell myeslf that my only fear is living. But then I'm scared of the afterlife. I don't believe in god and never will. I like to imagine things that aren't real. Not when I'm sleeping, when I'm awake I make myself feel like I'm in the worst place ever made and just suffereing from lack of drugs. Trying to tell myself that I don't need them. But they help so much... the internet talks about how if you have a suicidal friend that they should help. It makes me sad that none of my friends tell me or try to help. All I want is to die. I have thought about overdosing so much... so many times. But never did... that always gets me thinking about what my friends would do or my family if I were to do that. Gosh I have so much more that I could tell you but I have enough wrote down. All I want to know is what do I do? Am I a sucidal... I'm pretty sure I'm positive that I'm depressed.