This is My story

by Cheyenne Borges
(Webb City, MO. America)

This story is like many others, no different.
I am not afraid of walking on to a busy road because to me that would be the solution to all my problems.

On the outside I'm this cute, sweetheart that is out going and fun. But on the inside I am the lonely soul of a fallen Angel with wings that are destroyed for the sticks and stones and mostly words.

I believe there is a Hell and I know that there is a Heaven.

The only way I can get rid of pain is to conflict pain upon myself.

I want to put my life to an end but I just can't bring myself to do it.
The thoughts running through my head are worse then those in a serial killers.

I hate labeling myself as an "Emo Kid".
But I guess I just have except that I am one even if I don't look the part.

Everyone I loved and cherished has always departed from me.
I don't have a heart it's been broken so many times it's just a hole filled with dust of the horrible memories of my past.
I cover my arms everyday because I don't want anyone to see all the bruises and scars.
I don't want to hurt anymore.
I don't want to hide behind all of the lies I've told everyone.
Sometimes I need a hug for no reason.
I need to be showed that I am loved so I can have a reason to live.
I need someone to hold me when I feel depressed.
I need a replacement for all the pocket Knives and razors I use to settle my pain and sorrow.
I need a hero.
Someday I just want someone to take my life... Please.
It’s ridiculous how many times I cry myself to sleep. Every tear drop is excruciating.
My life is not a waste…well that’s what other people think.
I want a world filled with love and no hate. But I guess people don’t always get what they want right?
This story is like many others but there is one difference this…
This is my story.
To be continued…