Being a teenage soldier means coming home with a broken mind, and writing your college application in blood.

Why should it matter that I want to kill myself? Stop pretending like you care.

If you really loved me, you would grab the gun from my hand, and pull the trigger for me, to end my suffering.

Very soon I'm gonna kill myself and finally think of my happiness instead of others.

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

Ultimately, it was when I accepted death, is when I joined the living.

Your words are hurting me and make me want to die :'( Please stop

Him: You're ugly.
Me: Yes I know.
Him: You're fat.
Me: Yes I know.
Him: You should go kill yourself.
Me: Thank you, I will.

I'm done. I can't take this anymore. I hate this world. I hope these pills kill me.

I'm so ready to give up. I want to slit my wrists and die. Would you stop me? Or just watch as I bleed?