Things I know to be true.
I'm not perfect, but who is?
I'm not a guy, thank goodness.
I have problems, like everyone else on this damn earth.
I cry more often then I should, pathetic right?
I lie, even when I don't realize it. (I'm trying to get better)
I use to cut..and burn..and starve myself.(Still think about it at times)
I only eat one meal a day, cause that's all I can get.
I was diagnosed with autism, wonderful...another thing for people to tease me about.
I use to live "in a cave" as some would say, not knowing the world cause of my parents.
I have wondered what's the point of living when it hard and tough.
I miss my few friends w
This is what we live for—these whispers on our lips
The drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertips
Opening the letters that we left our future selves
A bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelves
This is what we live for – this emotion in our souls
The torture and the bittersweet moments of lost control
Biting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nails
These moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derail
This is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyes
Smiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our lies
This is what we live for, this reality, this life…
This is what we live for
Well, where to start. People in school, well they may act like idiots but that is just because they have nothing better to do with their lives. If you are experiencing people being idiots to you, then just ignore them. Your life is so much better than what they think it it. Believe me, it is. Live you life to the fullest possible and enjoy every minute of it. Whatever time you waste, you never get back. They will eventually see that it doesn't bother you and stop and in the future, when you are successful and they're not, you can laugh at them for being stupid in school instead of learning.
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I never really copy things from my friends, but this was important.
Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don'
Smiling through your pain,
Till the wounds stop bleeding.
Running through your clouds
Once the sky stops raining.
Never saying never,
Going faster, stronger, better
Even when the
Raindrops seem to fall down forever.
Till the birds start to sing, and
Happiness overwhelms you,
And a smile takes over your face
Now and eternally.
Surviving through the pain,
Until the wounds stopped bleeding.
It never seemed it would end,
Crying, screaming, dying...
Indeed it did, it
Died away..
Even when the raindrops would never end.
How To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself by CrumbledWings, literature
Literature
How To Show A Girl She Can Love Herself
When you see her cry
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
Both visible
And non
touch each
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she
How to love a girl who can't love herself. by lupus-astra, literature
Literature
How to love a girl who can't love herself.
one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
two.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
three.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says
I’m always thinking of you.
I care about you.
I still love you.
You mean the world to me.
All I want is to be with you, being there for you.
I want to love you more than before.
I want you to be mine once more.
Trying to move on is almost impossible.
I see you in my dreams, both daydreams and when I sleep.
It’s hard to look back at pictures of the two of us when all I see is a blur
cause of tears in my eyes.
I’m sorry for the marks on my leg,
I tried to focus my mind not to do what I did,
but it doesn’t always work.
The depression keeps on lingering strong,
keeping most happiness away.
I don’t really have a
I love the sound the rain makes falling on the glass windows.
Almost as much as I love the feeling of grass under my bare feet.
Or the smell that fills the air on summer nights.
I love the way the flowers bloom just in time for spring to come.
The way the sun lights up the world.
The stars that fill the sky.
I love the way the air smells just after the biggest storm.
The way the grass is lined with dew drops like crystals.
The rainbow that always comes after the rain.
The dance of the wind as the leaves change colors and fall.
The snowflakes doing their spins and tumbles in the cold white winters ahead.
I love the way the sun rises and sets.