*Losing Friends*Losing friends isn’t a bad thing! It gives you room to explore and find new ones, that understand you better and you can make new memories with them. It may hurt you but in the end we all leave and die. Sometimes we never lose the friends we CHOOSE to lose them. I’m losing a friend of mine...but I’m basically chosen too. And I’m fine with that. She said something that should not have been said. You just have to explore, I’ve gotten closer to a friend, I’ve made a new friend and I’m having the best time.*Losing Friends* by Isabelle19981316
Thinking about life...Im sitting on the swing thinking about life. Why I ask does life have to be so hard. Why cant it be easy? Every body get along with each other. Like it used to be. But now people are just rude idiots. So we can't have just a peaceful walk in the park without someone trying to rob us.Thinking about life... by Isabelle19981316
If only....If only I was back to when I was the lonely girl in the dark corner talking to herself. With no friends. Wanting to die seems like a great thing. But I have people caring about me. Laying there lifeless, bright red blood pouring out onto the floor. The dull glory look in my eyes. The last tear falling out of my eyes. Last time I have to be depressed. Nobody should care. Nobody needs too.If only.... by Isabelle19981316
The SilenceSilence means a lot more than you think.The Silence by YellowTori
Just because a person is silence,
Doesn’t mean they aren’t screaming madly inside.
Begging for help or swearing repeatedly.
Just because a question is answered by silence,
Doesn’t mean they don’t know the answer.
Silence can mean peace and quiet.
A relaxed silence is when you are comfortable enough,
To sit in thought with someone,
And not forcefully filling the empty space with words.
Silence can mean I have nothing left to say.
Silence can be a mask.
To hid and disappear behind.
Silence can be a defence.
To battle our problems,
When we don’t want to step out,
And break the ice in fear of drowning,
As the ice collapses around you.
Silence can painfully hit you that they aren’t their anymore.
They may never be again.
Silence can be a reminder that you are alone.
But only you can decide if you are lonely.
Silence is a signal.
Sometimes a shock causing a wave of clasped mouths.
Silence is a soundless music.
Depression is a real thing....So im not new on DA but this is my new account... ive changed a lot in the last year so I decided to change my account too...Depression is a real thing.... by MidnightxxTerrors
So I'm just going to tell you guys about me before you follow/watch me so you know more about me.
- I'm 15 and single
- I read a lot (creepy/ horror books mostly)
- I don't believe in love
- I suffer from depression, and no im not one of those people who are making it a trend!
- I use to cut my self a lot when things got really tough and please don't ever ask for me to post photos of the scars... I find it kinda offensive
- I hate my self
- don't understand why people even like me..... not that there is alot
-im a awkward person
-if you ask for my kik, or instagram ill give it to you.. but please don't ask for my facebook.
- I like really dark things if you know what I mean, I like the old asylum books, movies and themes.
- I once tried to off my self if you know what I mean.... but decided not to cause it would effect my family and I
The Dead GirlSomeone is screaming. Always screaming.The Dead Girl by YellowTori
Crying. Nightmares on repeat.
There's the bitch. With swear words and insults.
The drunk. Crying in the corner.
The addict. Craving pain. Craving food.
The puzzler. Finding a escape.
What to do in the future?
Will that happen?
Will this happen?
Why? Why? Why?
The scared one. Shivering and shaking.
Rocking back and forth.
Arms clasped around her head begging for silence.
Worrying. Crying. Thinking. Analysing. Waiting.
The dying one.
Nothing to eat.
Weak. Hopeless words and cruel dreams of peace.
Of death. Of an ending.
The screaming. The nightmares.
All the thoughts blurring over again and again.
The fucked up one.
Trying to escape the maze of thoughts.
And rocks back and forth staring into the distance.
Covering her ears to block out the noises in her head.
The fucked up one,
who's in a room with all the people above.
Do you still care? Do you hate me? Do you still love me? All these questions running through my head when I see your face. I wish we could have at least a friendship better than this one. But you don't want that. I'm used to people leaving me and treating me like this. Remember I still love you.
|Im a weird person. ( As you can see in the picture.) I live my life how I want to. I can say, act and do what I want to! I wish people would except me for who I truly am, yes I have a amazing boyfriend that loves me for me. All I want is more friends. I Love band and my few friends. I love making new friends.|