LEB (Little Emo Book)
I've been to hell and back yet I still live.
Why?
My father died.
My mother emotionally abuses me.
I'm the talk of the school.
I have one friend.
Dear Diary. . .
I want my life to end
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Depressing story. Don't like it then don't read it. Based off of teenage cutting and sucidal thoughts.
Based off of a real story.
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Dying.
It's so simple.
To end a life that no one appreciates. To take the pain away, the grief of something that can not be forgotten in a pile of apologize.
Why was I born? What was my purpose? To look after my siblings?
I don't think they care either. all these years, our relationship hasn't been siblings. Only friends, and as we progress in age, we also break apart.
I sit here in the living room, numbness devouring me - my soul, my life, my everything. I watch as my crimson liquid drips from my leg, the wound so deep I could open it with ease.
What was this pain I've felt? What have I been feeling these past few months?
Again and again I try to solve my unanswered question, yet nothing comes to mind. My hands shake from the fury I feel underneath my calm surface.
If you lok close enough, you can see my tearstained eyes fixated on the ceiling, wondering where I would go if I chose to end this miserable life.
I let out a shallow breath and look down at my blood once more.
Was life really worth living if I would only feel pain?
It's so simple.
To end a life that no one appreciates. To take the pain away, the grief of something that can not be forgotten in a pile of apologize.
Why was I born? What was my purpose? To look after my siblings?
I don't think they care either. all these years, our relationship hasn't been siblings. Only friends, and as we progress in age, we also break apart.
I sit here in the living room, numbness devouring me - my soul, my life, my everything. I watch as my crimson liquid drips from my leg, the wound so deep I could open it with ease.
What was this pain I've felt? What have I been feeling these past few months?
Again and again I try to solve my unanswered question, yet nothing comes to mind. My hands shake from the fury I feel underneath my calm surface.
If you lok close enough, you can see my tearstained eyes fixated on the ceiling, wondering where I would go if I chose to end this miserable life.
I let out a shallow breath and look down at my blood once more.
Was life really worth living if I would only feel pain?
13 Comments
It's a good start :) I hope you're not writing from experience or personal feelings though D: but i would love to read more :)
Wow. This is certainly...intense.
More, please!
wow kool very intense next pppppllllzzzzzzzz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, wow. I normally don't read stories like this, but this was just... wow. It was powerful and extremely good. I really hope this isn't based off of real experiences, though. You should really keep writing!
WOW this is sooo interesting! i loved it i just didn't want to stop reading :)
I love it so much
NEXT CHAPTER PLEASE^^
Wow, NEXT CHAPTER PLZ :)
The next chapter's up, and I hope you have a nice read :)
Amazing :) You truly captured the feelings of a cutter. (I would know, sadly.) So I applaud you for that. I hope that this isn't based on past experiences, otherwise we would have more in common than you might think.
Good luck on the story and I will be reading :)
Hurry up the next chapter if you can!
Sadly, this is based off of past and present experiences.
I'm sorry. :( We do have a great amount in common, then.
amazing story
i really like it. you really can read someone's heart.
The next chapter has been posted and I'm glad you like it. I should be able to read someone's heart, because this is what I felt and my experiences.