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Hey guys, my name is Chanel. I'm 17 years old and I am a senior in high school. I have a boyfriend named Michael and we've been together for two years November 14th.
Other than that, I plan to go to college for psychology so that I can be a councelor. I am an ex-cutter and I was sent to the psych ward in February of 2007 and so I decided it was time to grow up and *TA-DA* I realized that I wanted to help teens that were like me so I thought that being a counselor was probably my best bet. I have been diagnosed as being bipolar and I have acute paraniod schizophrenia and obsessive-compulsive disorder so my dream of being a counselor may be kinda far fetched but I am still going to try. I'm used to dissappointment so nothing like that can hurt me.
I am an avid drinker, I smoke, and I love weed. I love the sight of blood and the movie 8mm with Nicolas Cage. I love all music, but some of my favorites are: Nirvana, Green Day (not the new stuff), Marilyn Manson, My Chemical Romance, Anna Nalick, and ICP. And, well, that's really the only part of my life that isn't boring and useless.

  • Last seen on Sep 2 11:05 AM. Member since April 23.
  • I'm a amethyst understanding poet for 22 comments.
  • My mood is , and quote is Life sucks, but eventually you get past that and you realize it's much worse than you ever thought..
  • I am a 17 year old girl from Iowa (United States)
  • When I'm not writing, I'm Working on trying to graduate high school with my associates in arts degree centered around psychology. (I love that my school has all these college classes).
  • I have 22 comments

My Poetry

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  • High School Hell
    Look around the room...All those hollow empty souls.
    There eyes are all blank, they have stories to be told,
    22 lines, 3 comments, May 29. In Message, Pain, Sad
  • I Can't Help Her
    Sitting huddled in a cold dark room, The blade of my knife reflecting light from the crack under the door.
    22 lines, 2 comments, May 28. In Pain, Dark, Sad, Death, Suicide
  • Don't Anyone
    Don't anyone be sad on the day that I die, Don't anyone be miserable, and please no one cry.
    19 lines, May 28. In Sad, Pain
  • Darkness
    What is darkness but a small dark room, That echoes your cries to magnify your gloom.
    13 lines, 1 comment, May 28. In Pain, Sad, Dark, Suicide

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  • demonic.chanel.420 : Puddles on May 15
    I sit and I smile, rocking back and forth,
    My wrists are bleeding, there are puddles on the floor.
    I stand up slowly and I walk across the room,
    My footsteps echo and it magnifies my gloom.
    I pick up my blade and I hold it in my hand,
    I look at my reflection and I finally understand.
    I slide the knife across my neck and feel the crimpson flood,
    I laugh and I smile as I spill my precious blood.
    I turn back around and cross the floor sickly satisfied,
    My blood is everywhere, God I hope I die...
    I sit back down and smile and start walking back and forth,
    Now my neck is bleeding and there's more puddles on the floor.
  • demonic.chanel.420 : Misery..........still on May 15
    Sometimes life is miserable, and i want is to just leave. Just hit the stop button and try to forget. Rip open my arms and drain my blood as the tears fall down my face. the thunder clashes as the sky falls, the world collapses at my feet. tomorrow i'll start over and cut open my scars and bleed my crimson tears. my everlasting pain is all that i am ever going to feel...

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