Sad.L0lly
suicidal little girl
- Feb 2, 2020
- 21
Here we go.
My mom left me with my grandmother all my life to her create me, so I always called my grandmother of mommy. Well, I never met my real father because my true mother is a b*tch. I started to me treated like a sh*t and the housemaid with my 8 years old. I passed many bad and horror things in my life, like be spanked, raped and betrayed, and when I was raped, my family made nothing, they told I was lying or I wanted do sex with a old man (I was 13 y.o.). I don't believe in anyone and since I was a kid, I lived with fear and paranoia. The results of this sh*tty life: I developed Borderline, Schizophrenia and Bipolarity. I have to take a lots of medicines to be better in my head, but I constantly have delusions. At my 11 years old, I started to cry everyday because of depression and to cut my wrists (self-mutilation).
My life always have a tragedy, like my boyfriend commits suicide or friends left me in bad moments. Well, I tried to die many times, but I always failed.
I'm a good person, I laugh with everyone, hiding all the pain I feel everyday, with the scars in my arms, with the voices in my head, with the delusions in my vision.
If I die, will my family care about me? Wil one person know that I died?
I think that's just a outburst, but someone reading this, I'll feel important, because someone will know that I exist in this vast and happy world.
My mom left me with my grandmother all my life to her create me, so I always called my grandmother of mommy. Well, I never met my real father because my true mother is a b*tch. I started to me treated like a sh*t and the housemaid with my 8 years old. I passed many bad and horror things in my life, like be spanked, raped and betrayed, and when I was raped, my family made nothing, they told I was lying or I wanted do sex with a old man (I was 13 y.o.). I don't believe in anyone and since I was a kid, I lived with fear and paranoia. The results of this sh*tty life: I developed Borderline, Schizophrenia and Bipolarity. I have to take a lots of medicines to be better in my head, but I constantly have delusions. At my 11 years old, I started to cry everyday because of depression and to cut my wrists (self-mutilation).
My life always have a tragedy, like my boyfriend commits suicide or friends left me in bad moments. Well, I tried to die many times, but I always failed.
I'm a good person, I laugh with everyone, hiding all the pain I feel everyday, with the scars in my arms, with the voices in my head, with the delusions in my vision.
If I die, will my family care about me? Wil one person know that I died?
I think that's just a outburst, but someone reading this, I'll feel important, because someone will know that I exist in this vast and happy world.