Well i did my friends homework....

[Raindrop Rose]

Hey guys! I did my friends homework it isnt my best work but its a small story if youd like to tell me your thoughts thatd be great!

This is Scars of her life i suppose lol! enjoy


Five years ago, from today was the day my mother had pasted away from being ill for a while. Which is when everything started happening with my problems. Except that while mom was here my dad had been cheating on her with her own sister, I know it sounds very sick and demented but she’s still with him at this very moment. She is nothing. Nothing, like my mother and ever since I haven’t been able to speak with mom, I began to gather a couple razors, glass, and any other sharp objects that I saw in her room. At first it was just kind of a hobby of mine but constantly I had my hand cut by the chips of glass and such. Every single time it happened I started to like it more and more for it just made my whole body feel numb, meaning I couldn’t feel anything, and it seemed to be that nothing could touch me. So each time I would purposely drop glass around me so it could dig into my cold flesh. My dad noticed it but never really cared, yet I still try to keep it very private and secret from everyone. I felt that my dad didn’t care about me at all anymore and I found my way to cope with things.

It was hard for me to feel so alone and unloved everyday. I then began cutting myself on my arms, wrist, and my finger tips because they seemed to be what let out more energy and hate from my body. I began to actually liking to cut myself because I felt that every little bit of pain that was inside of me got let out when my blood slowly dripped into the empty sink. Every time I did it I could hear my screams in the back of my head that just wanted to get out but weren’t getting anywhere.

When I was at school or anywhere for that matter I never wanted anyone to see what I had done. So I began wearing long sleeves, sweaters, or anything that would cover my arms all the way down. Sometimes while I was at school I’d go to the bathroom stales and quietly did small cuts but I did this only when I had a stressful day with something such as guys, homework, or anything that would come in that genre. Most of my friends left me out for the most part except for my one friend Casey, she helped me out a lot but never to where I could completely stop. She had light brown hair with a few blonde streaks to top it off and I seemed to always be with her. I never liked to go home because it was like I didn’t exist, and my dad was more concerned with his life and his job. I went home with Casey almost everyday and we would just talk about what’s been going on. “I know it’s been hard. Yet you need to stop what you are doing. I am saying this with the most seriousness and I’m not to sure how to put it but I don’t know if I can be your friend anymore if you keep doing this.” I remember her saying to me one day. Yet, I didn’t stop; I just had to hide it from one more person now. So now I could only really think to myself and beat myself up more and more no matter what the positives were the negatives always stood out. Crying always seemed to help but I never could get myself to cry because pain really never gets to me anymore.
I’ve tried stopping before, but every time I try there is always something bad or embarrassing that happens and it tempts me to just pick up the colored glass and just let the blood roll down my arm. I’m not to sure if ill ever be able to stop, and it seems to be that I do it more and more everyday. I felt like this was the only way I could express my pain and sorrow. It hurts I must admit but that’s the whole thing isn’t it? I don’t even really understand what I’m doing but I know it helps me in some way to where I can stay focused on certain things. I always seem to be a little better every time but maybe that’s because I dig a little deeper each time. Sometimes I just can’t stand my life, almost like I can’t make it through. I know what you’re saying, that it’s really bad for me, that it’s killing me more in the inside than saving me but you wouldn’t understand. To be completely honest I don’t get it either, but it makes more and more sense every time that blade reaches me.
For some reason the last time I did it I started to tremble and shake like something or someone is trying to do or say something or maybe just make me stop. I dropped the blade and at that very moment I knew that my mom was sitting there with me. Comforting me, but lecturing me for what I’m doing.
I had a dream that night and it was all about my mom. Her dark brown curly hair swept over her face making it almost an incomplete vision over her. I was in the perspective of myself and I could swear I could feel the tears flowing down my cheeks and dripping on to my pulsing scars. One by one tears fell and made each scar disappear as the tears absorbed. It was the worst pain, I’m not to sure how to make you understand how real it felt and how I really believed my mom was trying to save me. Completely unaware of my surroundings I woke up to my dad at my bed side looking at my arm with a knife in his hand reopening the scars. That was the pain I felt in my dream, I wasn’t being helped at all. “Dad!” I screamed for it was against my will and just hurt that much more that someone else wants to hurt me. He looked at me in surprise that I was awake. “It’s what you wanted wasn’t it? To hurt yourself? Well here I am and I will do it, instead maybe you can take away my pain too.” What was he thinking? Who does he think he is? Yet maybe this was it maybe he is actually saving me with this, maybe he’s actually being a dad. Maybe I will understand what I was doing to myself. I grabbed the knife and pulled away in my bed holding on to my arm. “I miss Mom.” He looked up at me and was crying and said “It wasn’t supposed to happen. She was supposed to be here for you.” Is he blaming her for being sick? Or was I missing something? “What do you mean?” He looked over and said “She wasn’t supposed to go so quick. I don’t even really know what happened. All I know is that the night she was found dead, she cut a line straight down. Meaning she killed herself. I never told you because I knew what you had been doing to yourself just like your mom and it would have made it worse. Please understand, we leave tonight.” My whole body had just locked down as I saw him grab my arm and outline a straight line down through my main vain on my wrist. I wanted to move away but I couldn’t and that fast he did it. My own dad ripped my flesh down the center and I’m now here with my mom and my dad. We all left the same way just we ended up wanting to be together. Did we all save each other? Well I think that’s a fact of opinion, and in mine we all saved each other in a way. It’s better this way and my eyes are trembling and I cant get the tears out, and this is where I leave you. Remember this night and don’t cry for me, it was my fault. Or was it?
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"I'm gonna high kick you in the face"

[musicmakesmeloco]

OMFG Sarah!!!!

it's brilliant!!!!


i love it!

it was so..... sad.... but at the same time, happy, because they ended up all together!

it was amazing!
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Say my name, and his in the same breath, I
Dare you to say they taste the same,
Let the leaves fall off in the summer
And let December glow in flames

Brace myself and let go,
Start it over again in Mexico
These friends, they don't love you
They just love the hotel suites, now

I don't care what you think
'Cuz as long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery

Oh, take a chance, let your body get a tolerance,
I'm not a chance, but a heat wave in your pants
Pull a breath like another cigarette,
Pawn Shop, I'm trading up (trading up)

I'm the oracle in my chest,
Let the guitar scream like a fascist,
Sweat it out, shut your mouth,
Free love on the streets, but
In the alley and I ain't that cheap, now