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nobody cared

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I hate it. so badly. How I want to cut
and scratch and bite and otherwise
mutilate myself just to feel better.
Just. One. Tiny. Bit. Better. Sometimes
I can't stand under the weight of it
all. The sadness and pressure, the love,
the pain. The blood and the blade. but
they're all a part of me. I don't know if
I can change that now. but I'm not sure
if I want to either. Sometimes I
wonder if other people think like me
and are too frightened to admit it to
themselves or others. I'm afraid. I'm
afraid that people will lock me up or
put me away or, what scares me the
most, is that no one will do anything.
That no one will think I'm worth
saving. Is everyone afraid of that, I
wonder? of no one caring? Probably.
I think people would miss me if I
was gone, or be sad at least. I try to
remember that when I'm
contemplating suicide. But I also
remember the way that next to nobody
cared after a sophomore at my
school killed herself. I think I cried
for her, not because I knew her well,
or missed her, but because no one
really did. I think that's the saddest
part of all. That nobody really cared
that she died.
April 14,2011
true story
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tchaikovsky4th's avatar
that's so sad -tear- a girl I knew killed herself. it's the reason I'm here now, knowing that I, someone who barely knew her, was so strongly affected by her death.... I don't understand anyone who couldn't care.