uy guys im back

Limited.

In only a few days is when the sun shines, fading in and out.
Oh how we all use to laugh and play until I ruined it all.
Ready to give in from a scrap from just last week, but what really comes within can really stab the fuck out of you.
I've been hated, told as attention and was burned inside and out.
My fatal goodbye is better than this living scrap I make, Its a ticket to a forever jail cell.
Secret talks that are held just silently reconized sa pamamagitan ng the voices in my head. When one comes back, I won't be scared and as for in lonely, I got company ready for me to move. Just walking away from...

THIS IS MARIAH MASON______I THINK I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF_______



I feel like there's a monster in my head that's clawing ne and killing me. Making me do horrible things to my body and bring those voices back. I found out how to control them but I'm 13. I will have medication for me depression. The secret: I'm going to over dose myself for a better life. I'll get out of your life, untangle it, and lunok about twelve to thirteen. First, I night be the age fourteen first. What the heck, I have a kutsilyo right now. GOODBYE SOONER. I can't believe you guys keep tackling me when I push you away....

This is the story of the bully:
Some guy pushed me into the boys locker room. He had a criminal hat over his face with 2 holes in it.
????: Faggot! Give me your fuckin' drawing!
Me: No, you bitch! Leave me alone! *pulling on my note book.*
????: Are you a wimp! Give me the fucking drawing you bitch!!!!
Me: No get away Derian!!! *pulling my notebook away from him.*
Derian: Damn it! How did you know it was me?!?!?
Me: Dude, EVERYBODY knows what your voice sounds like because you yell shit at people! Could you just leave pervert!
Derian: *grabbes my drawing before I could get it.* Ah,ha! Woah...
Me: Give...

I have a little box in my room with my name on it in big blue letters inside the box i everything I want to but behind me...

Inside it lays these things:

My knifes
Pills
Bottles
Notes


The knifes are from a time in my life were slicing up my skin was a way of telling me I was living but deep down inside I know that the felling was just a lie. I once cut alone on my side small enough so no one would notice my I knew it was there and it reminded me of the truth. That I was alone.


The bottles are in there from a time in my life where I used to drink. That was a short time but I never want to go through...