#broken speaks

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Failure.

Looking like a failure to the end. Another to the list. All my best wishes I will send. As I finally cease to exist. -the broken girl

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I'm so sorry

I can’t help but be a coward and want to die every night. Go to the dark place and go numb. Press a blade to my throat and sob. Memories blurry in my head. Turning it away from me only to put it to my wrists. Just another addict. Just another kid destined to die with the rest.

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I'm tired

Let's see if insomnia will give in for a while.

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Ha.

Is it bad that I feel bad for not cutting as deep as I have before? There's the urge to. Always. So it gets worse before getting better. It's stupid and makes no sense. I'm not afraid to go too deep. I'm not afraid of pain. I'm not afraid to die anymore.

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You know what's strange?(warning self harm post)

I don't cut with the actual blade of any tool. Scissors, knife, doesn't matter. It's always just the tip. The point where it's still extremely sharp. But it gouges, deep, painful. I don't know why I bothered posting this. It really means nothing. I don't promote self harm. This is just me.

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Not much else to do but sleep.

At least sleeping, no matter the nightmares, is an escape from _them_.

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Sometimes it feels like there is nothing. And no one. And yet. Someone. Someone who tears away at us when we are alone. That someone. Is there. We are that someone. They rear their ugly heads when we are vulnerable. When we are truly alone. -the broken girl

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everything is in pain.

My head My heart I'm nothing like I wish I could be. Because I can't bring myself to try. It's hurts I hear them say I'm fine. I'm not. I'm so far from fine tonight. The stars mock my every move. And I can no longer see the light. I'm slowly losing this uphill fight. -the broken girl