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I jumped into the car. I drove a bit too fast to the hospital. When I got there I ran into the hospital. I checked into the desk and sprinted to her room. I stopped at room number 607. I slowly started to reach for the door k
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I walked akwardly over to the door. I didn`t understand what was going on. I quickley opened the door, afraid of the fate on the other side. There stood a state trooper. A lump raised in my throat.1
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Peyton was playing A twist in my story by second hand seranade in her room while getting ready for a date. She had been dating Brody for about 4 months now. What made me uneasy about him is he could drive, and not very well.
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My mom sent me away and she told me it was to get better. I had slashed my wrist with a shiny silver razor and took many blue sleeping pills. The people were super nice. They didnt care about the many, many scars on my wrist.
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You sat me down, You pulled up your sleeve,
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Scars have just become visible memories.
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I thought was going to die when I transferred to my new school. It is so dull, the dress code is way too strict, and everyone looked like carbon copies of the people that you see in the movies or magazines. 1
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Just the start of a story I'm writing. The story is going to be one in a series, and it actually happens to be the 4th.
by PorcelainSoul
600 words, 1 comment,
on Mar 8 3:22 AM. In Abuse, Cutting, Dark, Depression, Life, Pain, Sad, Self injury, Short story, Teen
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It was completely dark in the room as Makee stared up at the pitch black ceiling. There was a loud ringing in her ear from her parents yelling. "You bitch, you're worth nothing!" she could see her father say to her face, drun
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School Foes and New friend1
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Molly Brown was a mousy, rather nondescript girl who was always quiet in class. She had the smarts - her test scores were always better than mine - but she did not have any friends - after school she would always scurry back
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Self inflicted pain. Nearly everyone think that cutting is disturbing and wrong. I think it's exciting and artistic. Through your eyes you
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I got off the bus with a sigh, head bowed to the ground as I crossed the road and darted into the house, stumbling over a cat-bowl as I rac
by Friesian
400 words, 6 comments,
on Dec 29 1:46 PM 2008. In , Blood, Cut, Cutting, Dark, Depression, Emo, New, Other, Short
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Right now there is a teenaged girl sitting in her bathroom with a knife in hand and blood rolling down her arm from the newest slits in her
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The emo girl just cuts and cries,
People stare but don't care why,
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Shit,
I let the blade cut,
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by KalineReine
1600 words, 13 comments,
on Aug 1 3:48 AM 2008. In Adult, Cutting, Dark, Depression, Erotica, Fanfiction, Love, Naruto, Romance
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This is not a small cut thats bleeds / and scabs and flakes and heals / It lasts forever, a scar / twisting down my life. / the physical, a sign of strife. / And i'm not afraid to bleed / and cry / and die /
by QuestionSleep
400 words, 5 comments,
on Jun 21 1:34 PM 2008. In Angst, Cutting, Dark, Depression, Emo, Life, Pain, Personal, Poem, Poetry, Sad
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this is about the beginning of cutting1 / about some tools we use2 / when we're cutting (we're a group of people from emotion regulation training)3
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October 11, 2007 / Mom and Dad,1 / I know you’re not feeling the best right now
by heartfullofvenom
800 words, 8 comments,
on Feb 9 9:37 PM 2008. In Cutting, Dark, Depression, Emo, Family, Hope, Pain, Sad, You
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The cool winter air whips around my already shaking body. Teeth chattering, I pull my legs close to my chest, breathing in the smell of the December’s wind. My body shatters atop of the cold, black shingled top beneath me.
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Your apologizes / don't change / the fact / that I'm / broken.1 / Your apologizes / wont mean / anything / when they / find me / cut and / open.
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I look at it. / The shining metal, / The sharp edge shines in the dim moon light, Flashing silver everytime I move it. / I pause for a seco
by icequeen101
200 words, 6 comments,
on Jul 10 8:19 PM 2007. In Blood, Cutting, Dark, Death, Emo, Fiction, First person, Other, Strange, Weird
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My head floats / As my body sinks / My heart screams / For a little release / Through my mind / One thought echoes / Let it go / Just let it all go / In the only way y
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“I’m going not going to do this anymore.” I say to myself. “No more.” / / Do I actually believe what I tell myself? Of course not. Every
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"There's no beauty in bleeding lips," you'd whisper to me. Your teal eyes would dance with your words, lighting up from under your thick-rimmed glasses. You would push back my dirty blond hair, right behind my ear, murmuring hollow compliments, said with
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