my day today, well now i'm thinking what is the point. no true friends, a boyfriend who i never see, parents who quite clearly hate me, im at a college i hate, I'VE GOT THE BODY OF A BEAST., i cut myself, i as ugly as anything and i'm sick to death of living unhappily so please tell me WHAT IS THE POIINT?

i've being at college today and hated every minute then jam (my boyfriend) met me after college which i was sooooo happy about then when we got back to my house my mom and dad had a go at me and told me to tell him to go home. i really hate this so now i'm wondering whether there is any point me being with my boyfridn because i hardly see him and he can do soooo much better than me (the ugly, fat mess). im nearly 17 and my parents treat me like my 11 year old brother, i mean come on guys i have to be in at 9.30pm, its not even dark then in the summer! what dickheads!!! seriously i feel like such a dick when i see people my age got so much more freedom and they get on with their parents so much better than i do! i hate not getting on with them, it sucks!!!!!

please some one comment!!!

A teenage Suicide

Morning, she will wake up

Look in the mirror and scream inside.

Her dying smile grips onto her face

Its claws just about holding on,

Yet her happiness is lost

So she remains in this hell we call life.

Imperfect. One word she says describes herself

Doing everything in her power to become like those above her

Starving, slicing and sacrificing all the things she loves

Just to reach that goal of hers that will always be out of reach.

As she walks alone to school with her head bowed down

She wonders what the point is.

What’s the point in playing this game,

The game of life?

For when it comes to rolling the dice,

Everyone loses,

Including her especially her,

The people at school would always ask

“What’s wrong?”

She can never answer because no one can understand

Living life hating yourself

So her silence is kept and the cuts get

Deeper, deeper and deeper.

School ends for another day

The girl arrives home.

This is where she’s alone

With only her mind.

As she begins to think

The river tear flows

Washing away that suffering smile.

So she crawls up to her room, locks the door

Shuts out the world and starves

Stares into the mirror one last time.

She pulls onto her blade and begins to cut;

Slowly at first.

Her self hatred grows as her demon eyes glare

The blood beginning to pour.

Punishment or an escape?

She drops to the floor

Dying,

Lying in a pool of her own blood.

This is her way of quitting the game escaping hell,

Her way to find her world,

Her way to get there

That’s a suicide, her suicide.

Now she will wake up

Look in the mirror and scream inside.

She is dead.

Still suffering but now there’s now escape.

Not from hell.

Now way out not even suicide

 tell me what you think guys????
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