With tears streaming down my cheeks I reach for the knife and hold it to my neck. It's weird that I'm in this position because everything seems so real and fake at the same time. You've been living your life knowing that people die and knowing that they never return when they do. But when it comes to you dying, it seems as if it would never happen. The reality of it is though, death isnt as impossible as you thought. Death is sitting everywhere you look and as you look at that blade, the thought becomes more real. I burst into tears as the knife falls from my hand while these thoughts run through my head. Sometimes I wish I would just kill myself while the blade is in my hand instead having to think about it. It's not that I'm afraid to die. It's the pain I know someone will have to go through when they find my corpse. So for now, I'll just have to wait for my suicide until my self-esteem is so low that I know no one will care if I live or die. I hope that time comes soon because I'm ready to go. I would go too if I could stop thinking so much....1
Author notes
I know this story isnt very good, I'm just feeling really depressed right now and I wasnt able to put my feelings into poem form, so i tried story form.
What did you think? Please comment!
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this is a very good story, however short it may be. it talks a lot about your personal crises (crisis in its' plural form), and I understand how you feel. Death could be anywhere... you could make a childhood promise to someone, and end up never fulfilling it because you get hit by a bus, or to be more purposeful, you coulld have your life do a complete 180 and suddenly, the things that seemed and were so important to you before suddenly... have no meaning... and thus, your life has no meaning, nor will it ever... through this little eomtional comment, I hope you understand... that if you're sad, you're feeling something unique to you; there's always a twist to what you're feeling that no one else will ever feel, because your feelings and situations are yours. we'll help you. we'll be here, as always.
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this is really good. i know wut you mean about the death stuff, this is really good. bout time you posted something. - lol jk
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Wow, this was very... emotionally disturbing. Sounds like a girl and a part of me that I know all too well. I know what depression feels like. I actually write a lot of depressing poems but only show them to my close friends. I think that this story actually showed that at least you're trying to get out your feelings. Anyhow, nice write.
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