I really need help, my brain is not working properly, it has decided to shut down and make me only feel sad all the fucking time. It's not safe for my mind to be in this kind of situation, in this position because when I'm sad I tend to do stupid things an I'm sure we all know where it's leading to. Hell, I bought new bracelets just to be prepared. I am seriously done with all of this;School is a...

I’m losing it.I truly think I am insane.Nobody else can see it though.I own smiles, a lot of them, they hang around my mirror, waiting to be used, my favourite is the Cheshire Grin because nobody believes I’m upset when I have it on. I lost my real smile a while ago; I lost it in the great Christmas war between my mother and father when I was in year eight. It was replaced with bruises and...

A dark, musty room, barely any light, the only light coming from the unopened curtain, he sits alone on the lounge, hunched over in a way that could only be described as ‘Depression’, his image right now was the dictionary definition of the word. A picture frame in his hands, he is crying over the girl sitting in the frame, around him were three bottles of Vodka, a suitcase also lay by his...

I am not the most perfect human in the world, I know this, I have demons inside of me who remind me every single day and night, every breath that passes through these swollen lips of mine, they are always there, in my head and in real life.I’m a sinner.I’m a Christian.I’ve smoked.I drink.I swear.I lie.I do everything that the ‘Good Book’ says we shouldn’t but that doesn’t mean I...

I stuffed up. I know I did and I'm sorry. You were perfect for me; tall, (taller than me which is rare) sweet, loving, bubbly and you had this low self esteem which I helped you build up and then I broke it down again. It's against my moral to do anything like that but I tried to be as nice as I possibly could.Trust me my dear, it wasn't you. It was me. I had these feelings for a boy I have loved...

I had a best friend, she was my friend of eight years, I knew her longer than I knew my older brother, I only met him four years ago which is really saying something. I thought she knew me and I thought she loved me but it's funny how things change. Eight years, eight gloroious years. We were the best of friends but so fucking different, I'm a big black chick and she's this tiny Asian lady, I love...