LEB (Little Emo Book)
I've been to hell and back yet I still live.
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
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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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?