My emotion always bring me pain Just like the knife that slashes vein verticle Like a hallway of whispers To look up and see there is no ceilings And the hate falls from the non existing roof Words like knifes, in the back of the child Cutting bored was his name each word hitting him as the blade to vein, and his emotions to pain And the river flows The pond forms And a cutting bored is float in a pool of drained sarrow The red crosses arive to find a pool of red Cutting bored was his name emotions was his game and he lost it all.
Hi world. So first things first im not gonna put my real name in here so im just gonna use my tumblr name. Second I dont have good grammar or spelling. So dont judge me like the rest. I hear people around me calling me pretty but when i look in the mirror i see a ugly. fat. useless shell of a human. I hear oh gamechick you are not fat. I hear your not ugly. Ig i must have depression. When i was i a little girl like 1-5yr old i was happy. But when i started school it was good but i started to gain weight. But i had always had anger issues. But EXTREME ANGER i used to throw chairs at my teacher and other extreme things. So i started to loose friends. I got bullied and i was ask "why are u sooo Faatttt gamechick" and " why u soo UUGGLLYY, like your just eeeww". So ig that suck with me for life. No matter how much weight i lose or how much i hear im not ugly or not fat. I will always have a voicein the back of my head say gamechick, "You ARE FAT ." and " You are UUGGGLLYY." I kinda sucks ass right?? But yeh not sure how rhia post with help anything but eh.