My Death

Cynthia

I can't take this anymore

I ruin everything

My relationships

I'm turning 17 in 2 days

I might have gotten my mom in trouble by accident

I can't take this

I caused my best friend pain

My mom pain

I am alone now

Family doesn't want me anymore

I'm too much trouble

I try so damn hard to stay out of the way and cause as little trouble as possible

I'm ending it

I'm ending the pain

The suffering

The agony

The night of my birthday will be my death

I can't handle this anymore

My death will be messy

I won't hang

I won't overdose

Won't shoot a gun at myself

No

I want to make myself hurt until the very end

I want to slice my wrists open as deep as possible

Feel the burning and blood pouring out

That will be it

My death

  • Author: Cynthia Whittaker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 21st, 2019 10:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • sylviasearcher

    I hope you are okay? Talk to someone? It sounds like things are feeling tough?

    • Cynthia

      im okay now..im getting better

      • sylviasearcher

        😌

      • orchidee

        Ooh I should hold on, and have a happy birthday soon - hopefully!

        • Cynthia

          thank you

        • Sunshinefalling

          Thank you for sharing Cynthia. A dark story and moment. Nicely written. The emotion is seen. I had that feeling many times myself around your age. Attempting to act on it was a mistake thankfully seen. Expose and release your feelings, but know the truth. You are blessed. Maybe not now. But the future awaits. In life as we grow, we can create our own world.

          • Cynthia

            thank you



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