Suicide (based on real life)

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  • Publiceret: 10 nov. 2016
  • Opdateret: 21 dec. 2016
  • Status: Igang

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1. suicide or not?

Dette kapitel er et kort overblik over hvad der har været sket. Det vil komme i detaljer senere når jeg kan få mig selv til at skrive det ned. Det skal lige siges at alt dette er baseret på virkelighed fra en bekendt. (Det vil foregår på engelsk) hvis folk ønsker det kan jeg lave til dansk også.

Sometimes it hurts. You can't describe why, it just hurts. You know the feeling when your heart gets broken. They way it sent the signals to your brain, in those short moment you feel sad, and you just wanna cry. But you want to be strong, you don't wanna show them that it hurts. You are trying to convince you self, that you aren't hurt. But in the inside, you just want a big hug from him, you just want to cry so loud, cry so much that you aren't hurt anymore. But you can't, you just wanna be strong, you wanna stay strong. I always told my self "of your knee aren't bleeding when you are falling, you aren't falling hard enough. " and trust me, I'm been falling so hard, so mane times, and now it's time to tell why.

In life you are getting what you are giving. But what have I've giving god since i am getting so much hate again? I haven't had the best childhood. I remember in the small classes, I was the "wiredo" I was that lonely kid that got bullied and was in the lonely corner. I got beaten, seriously every single day, I got bullied because I had my invisible friends, I have some diagnoses, but I didn't know it yet. At home my half sister called me things I'm not even want to think about. I was beating be her to. Once I got my diagnoses, I was deep down in the celler, I couldn't reise my self, I didn't want to live anymore. In October 2015. My life change for real! I couldn't anymore, I couldn't live. I tried suicide, but didn't die, got on the hospital in time and was close to heart attack for an overdoses on medicin. I got op, but in 2016, august, I've got pushed down again. And from now on, I don't know what to do with myself. I got raped. Sometimes I want to write a letter, I want to shout out to the whole world how I'm felling. I want to leave the world, but I can't do that to my family, to my boyfriend. I want to have a big hug from him and cry on his shoulders, but I just can't.

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