http://slow.writerscafe.org/Jyn%20Cooper The original writings of author Jyn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776102911 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The urge takes over me,i cant stay strong anymore,i run to the bathroom,making myself give up,every calorie and carb,the walls are covered with,prettier and skinnier girls,i wish everyday,that i could look like them,id give anthing to be the girl,the guys want,who gets looked at,and told your beauti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jyn-Cooper/826078/ I take the razor,and run it across my arm,pushing hard,making sure it goes deep,i want to watch the blood,flow down my arm,while i get high off the pain,everything goes away,even if only for a moment,im free from everything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jyn-Cooper/825246/ He takes off her clothes,and pushes her on her bed,she trys to scream,noone hears her,he kisses her,and runs his hands over her,She trys to escape,but he is to strong,she shoves his main hood in,and starts pounding her hard,she yells get off,but he just slaps her,he finishes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jyn-Cooper/825242/ The doctor prescribes me another pill,to calm me,to try and mask my depression,to fix my pain,it's the 4th pill,none have worked,they only make me angry,or make me completly numb,physically and emotionally,i feel like a zombie,yet the pain,it never goes away,the suicidal thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jyn-Cooper/809819/ I sit in a corner,it feels like my only home,not wanted anywhere,at school i just sit,ignoring the names,tryin to forget the looks,at my house,i try to avoid the fights,i'm unwanted company,everywhere i go,the hurt,cant be said,the tears,cant be seen,my only form of relea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jyn-Cooper/809816/ They call me a freak,a gothic cutter,and i love it,thats what i am,why should i try and hide it,everyone knows anyway,when you end up in a mental ward,for atempting suicide,word travles fast,as soon as i go into public,the talkin starts,"omg stay away from her""look at that freak"or my favorite," sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jyn-Cooper/809454/ My old addictions haunt me,I wish they would go away,I think to myself,maybe just one pill,or if i just shoot up once,maybe then it will be easier,deep down i know thats not true,but god,how i miss the feelings i get,how i miss that all my problems are gone,even if its just for a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jyn-Cooper/809438/ Caught up in total darkness,called my mind,my thoughts are like a black whole,i cant escape myself,my thoughts are controlling me,along with the voices,i cant seem to control them,no matter how hard i try,they tell me to hurt myself,they talk to me like i am nothing,they tell me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Jyn-Cooper/809436/