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: 5
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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
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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
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The secret.

Liv

17 Jan, 2013 10:33 PM

I can’t handle it anymore! I whispered desperately out into the darkness of my room, and threw away my phone. I had been through so much during the last days, this was the last straw! I felt like I had been raped… I had tried to commit suicide earlier in the week, but I had called a friend that talked me from it, but now, that wasn’t enough anymore… Nothing could save me now… Nothing. I went over to the cabinet where I kept my clothes and pulled out a hidden drawer, despite being half blinded by tears I could still see what I was looking for, it was gleaming in the weak light in my room. I picked it up and tried to see my reflection in it… My pride, my blood stained pride. A big Sami knife was resting in my hands, its blade covered in dried blood.... [Read More]

Tags: Sad Love, Lost, Lost Love, Broken, Suicide, Suffering, Pain, Secret, Cutting
Votes: 2
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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
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