it hurt. but i'm not surprised. it seems to be my destiny to ache.
i came home and got yelled at again. not surprising. everybody wants me dead. i am held together by daydreams and lies i tell myself.
i always feel like my whole body is full of flaming ice. i know that nobody loves me. we moved and i lost all my friends. i lost my girl. the kids at school hurt me. they call me "faggot," "queer," - right in the middle of class! in front of the teacher! and nobody knows that i'm dying. the pain is pulling me down - killing me - and nobody cares.
i blame it on the kids at school, my hateful parents, never a disease.
a disease is killing me.
it has a lot of friends.
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I can so relate to these deep dark emotions. I lived there for about 35 years of my life, until the suiciidal thoughts finally drove me to my one friend. She called and made an appointment for me with my doctor for the next morning. I had clinical depression. That began my ferris wheel journey with the magic pills. I joke, but they have made life tolerable, but I must see a therapist every week to work through the damage left in the wake of life.
If this is truly how you feel please don't try to bury it. There is no hole that is that will ever be deep enough. Talk to someone, even if it is a school counselor, because this darkness has taken many a life. If you need to vent or whatever, im me. I would be glad to listen and will not turn you away. Whatever you do...tell someone what you are feeling, immediately. Let me know how it turns out.

BLESSINGS, Doris



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This si so sad. Very well done tho.



