(An original poem by me.)– “Sorry … they one.”

When i was in a very dark place i wrote this. Sort of like my suicide letter.
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Her eyes were blood shot red.
So were her wrists.
She fell to the ground.
She pleaded for help.
Her smile faded.
Her life, she waited.
She was tired of fighting.
Tired of lying and acting like she was fine.
She gave up on herself including her life.
She wrote a letter saying “goodbye.
I hope you had fun ruining my life.”
It was sent to noone…
Except for the voices in her head.
They screamed at her saying, “die!”
She whispered…
“Already did.”

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Fetish for heart break.

So I have no idea what’s wrong with me. I date a boy. A day later I’m “bored”. It’s like they dont make an effort to be with me. That! And when I date somebody I feel like people are judging me. It feels like we shouldn’t be together.
Okay it starts like this. I’m with talking to this guy. He asked me out and I said,”what the heck! Okay.” So that same night, I’m getting ready for bed. I’m about to say goodnight when I realize, I don’t want to be with this person. So I just stopped texting him. I get to school and tell my friends. They came up with the conclusion that I am a “player.”
Well I am not. I actually, sort of, just a little, maybe like to play around with them. Then I hate when they do it back to me.
Well today, I was talking to my other friend and we found out that, I crave for the feeling of getting my heart broken.
Yes, you read it right. I enjoy getting my HEART BROKEN.  It’s weird huh? So my friends call it a fetish.

They’ve never met a person like me. Or known a person like me. Yes i know. I am a strange person.

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