Showing sad stories for tag "cutting"

November 22nd

Hannah

26 Jul, 2018 09:59 PM

Edit 2: This edit is at the top because it's a message to my friends and family. In case you ever read this, you may be wanting to know who is who. I've listed the names with an inside joke, quote, etc. You know who you are then! Lilly: SIO is best band <3 Jacob: Stellar is a dumb word Kieran: You're the most likely to call me "shortass" Erika: You named your stuffed rabbit Buns Robert: You forgot me Becca: We never talked to each other Eli and Zack: This is self-explanatory... Anthony: I can still spell your last name! Hahaha! Monica: "JACKDAW" Liam: Please stop being tall. It makes me feel short Caleb: RED HURRICANES!!! Kaylee: Oh gosh, so many to choose from ... pfft. "Be home in a boat! Blueberry muffins are the best Social Darwinism. REGENISIS." Camila: Remember that group project for Ancient Civilizations? Emma: I... [Read More]

Tags: Memories, Depression, Friendship, Pain, True Story, Suicide, Sad, Cutting, Childhood, Self Harm, School
Votes: 4

Unspoken

Jatin

09 Sep, 2016 02:38 PM

9th grade: I gazed at a beautiful girl who was my so called best friend. Suddenly, she stood up from her seat, approached me and asked for yesterday’s notes that she had missed. I lent them to her. She wore a pleasant smile and said,”Thank u…..what will I do without you.” I wished we were more than friends but she never thought that way and I knew it. I wanted to tell her how I felt But it was something that words can’t tell I thought of giving it a try But i just couldnt and i dont know why Maybe……. I was a bit too shy 10th grade: I received her call. She told me that someone seems to be stalking her for the past few days and she was all alone in her house at that time and was really scared. She requested me to come and stay... [Read More]

Tags: Lost Love, Sad Love Story, Cutting
Votes: 24

Wanna hurt me?

Julia

07 May, 2016 09:22 PM

It was about four years ago, I had been very interested in some boy. The years were really rough, since I had just moved schools, and I had lost a couple of my friends. The boy was not someone I was expected to like, since my parents had always said I couldn't love anyone with "obesity". This boy was my miracle, and I had fallen completely for him. I don't know why. He was not like any boy, I had sat next to him in class for this year. I thought my life was great, because even though my family practically hated me, I didn't let that get to me. I think I had fallen for him, more and more, I blushed when I talked to him, though I would hope he wouldn't see me. However at the same time I had good friends. Books always told me, if you... [Read More]

Tags: Fake Friends, Depression, Love, Cutting, Fake
Votes: 18

Why me...?

Destiny

12 May, 2015 05:46 AM

I know no one will probably read what I have to say because its a lot.. But, I just had to get this out of me I can't take it in anymore. Alright here it goes. It happened on February 11, 2014. We were shy we didn't talk much I know but we would look up and smile at each other no matter how wrong our day went. We were in love. I could tell by the way we looked at each other. To this day I still feel bad that I did it that I didn't tell or show or be honest with you why I did it I guess I was just to afraid to see how you would react. You told me you were afraid of losing me and I was afraid of losing you. Later on in our relationship we had started to drift away I... [Read More]

Tags: Suicidal, Cutting, Crying, Missing You
Votes: 7

I'm sorry

Alessia

23 May, 2015 11:55 AM

Melania- It's like im stuck in this deep dark hole of sadness... Questions surround me like, will i ever be happy again? How do i be happy? Statements like, i want to be happy again just flood my brain. 16 years of age, 3 year batteler of depression. For the past three years i have always debated on killing myself. Attemps were made, but my strength got the better of me. But now, its like nothing before. I am worse than i was, i am more sad than i was and really i am more scared than i was. Looking at blades are something so usual now. Cutting into my skin is something so daily. It's like it's a daily routine. I feel as though its time. Time to leave. Cutting is like it was so three years ago, crying too. It's time to end all pain. Im sick and... [Read More]

Tags: Sadness, Suicide, Pain, Funeral, Cutting
Votes: 22

The Story of a Little Girl

Person

04 May, 2015 06:16 AM

Once upon a time there was a little girl. That little girl had no father but regardless for the most part she was happy. The little girl's family consisted of herself, her mother and her older brother. Throughout the little girls childhood they moved around from one place to another always low on money. With the pay of a single mother the little girl's family found it hard to survive by themselves. When the little girl entered preschool, life was finally going as planned. The little girl's mom had found a good boyfriend and started going back to college. From there on everything started to turn around for the little girl and her family. The family settled down in a cozy house in a pleasant neighborhood and all seemed well. For that little girl life was peaceful and the only worries she had were simple. For years that simple and... [Read More]

Tags: Cancer, Depression, Cutting, Mother, Healing
Votes: 14

Young Betrayal

Dani

14 Dec, 2014 07:40 AM

This is a true story that has actually happened to me. *Disclaimer, this is pretty bizarre so while it's okay to have an opinion, please respect it. Thank you* There was this young girl who was working on towards her career meaning she was still in grade school and here was a man who has a job, kids, and financial stability. This was their story of buried love. They have seen each other for about 3-4 years about three times a week because they both attended the same church. They girl at the time was 13 when she first started while the man was 27. He had two beautiful darling daughters who attended with him that were aged 5 and 7. How much did the young girl loved them since she was a bible school teacher there. The man also worked with her too but little did they know that... [Read More]

Tags: Cutting, Cheated, Depression, Love, Pain, Alone, Waiting
Votes: 3

I just didn't know.

Madeline

23 Sep, 2014 07:38 PM

I met her in second grade. She was cute and funny and nice and everything that a best friend could be. By the way if you're wondering, no I'm not a guy writing about a girl, I'm and girl writing about her best friend. We were in the same class and our teachers put us together for a project. And that's pretty much how we met. I have so many good memories with her. She was amazing. we grew older, and soon started middle school. She was becoming beautiful, and sometimes I was so jealous. She always got all the guys, and was probably the most perfect, most luckiest girl. In 8th grade, something changed. We weren't hanging out as much, and we got into small little fights. I thought it was just whatever. Soon enough we started high school. She started doing things I thought she'd never do. In... [Read More]

Tags: Suicide, Abuse, Cutting, Friendship, Old Friendship, Death, Loved One
Votes: 41

Cutting

Euphoria Godsent

03 Jun, 2013 11:59 PM

There she sat, on the lid of the toilet bowl, with razor in hand. Her hair was tangled, undershirt torn, floral panties, and dirty socks on. She could see her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were rosy, cheeks striped with tracks from her mascara, her lips soaked with her tears. She felt like garbage. She let out a loud howl, and broke the mirror with her fists. Warm blood ran down her wrist like a river bend. She took the razor and dug into the inside of her thigh. The feeling was almost orgasmic. She cut again, forming an X mark and then an O. Yes, XO, for love. Someone knocked on the bathroom door, causing her to shudder. The door knob turned, and she shot up, blocking the door with her body. "Get away," she growled. "What are you doing in there? I gotta take a dump!" the... [Read More]

Tags: Cutting, Pervert, Depression, Sadness, Family, Lost, Unloved
Votes: 5

Sex & Drugs

Danelle

04 Jun, 2013 05:49 PM

Silently, I walked in the pouring rain, towards that old abandoned bus station, running away from Daddy again. He was drunk again, and the sting from the smack across my face began to burn with every rain drop that spilled on it. My jaw ached and I could feel my sweater rubbing against my back, against the open wounds from Daddy's belt. He loved adding to the scars. He always had a fascination with making me cry. Then he'd spit on me, and laugh at me. "Crying is for the weak, stupid little bitch! Cry a river if you want. No one cares!" "Daddy, I'm sorry.. I love you.. Please, stop.." I would beg and plead for hours sometimes. That only edged him on more. I sat on the only bench that wasn't drenched in water and buried my head in my hands. I could still feel the burn from... [Read More]

Tags: Abuse, Alone, Cutting, Sex, Drugs, Alcohol, Depression, Bipolar, Scared
Votes: -4