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Name: death_blade
Location: misssion texas
Gender: Male
Last Seen: Sat, 17 Aug 2013

Membership: Member

Personal Bio
i loved magic,majick,magick since i was a kid and i finally found a site that has good spells i am really nice and anyone can friend me and i will accept

Don't even message me if you are going to say something I beleive is wrong. I don't care my label.

I will roleplay. Just a warning.

*trying to become a neko

*I love dragons

*I may be an empath

*I am very loyal to my friwnds and family

*spells tend not to work for me

*I do some black magic,some white magic

*My dad is furious with me for studying magic, but I find it facinating.

*I'm still looking for a pokemon spell that works

*I'm looking for a tutor in magic

*If I have a problem with anything I feel I need to talk to someone about

*I feel alone a lot

*If anyone wants to send me messages, you don't have to have everything spelled right but ?

as long as I can read it your fine.

*When I was little no one wanted to be my friend which led me to hate to be alone yet sometimes I like being alone

To a lot of you, I am nobody important. I'm not your friend or school mate or anything else you may have. But should that really stop you from trying to know me? Believe me, I myself don't think I'm special at all. But maybe one of you out there wants to make me feel special, make life worth living. Everyone is looking for something. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Because people are looking for something, they just may not know yet. I may be the one person who who you could regret not knowing. And even after this, you may still not want to know me or show me who I am. But that's ok. We are all conected in one way or another anyway.

Some tips. Maybe you want to hear.

Yes, it is possible to die of a broken heart, but its your choice to let yourself die from it.

It is darkest before the dawn. If you are having troubles and nothing at all doesn't go your way, or any other reason, what you seek will eventually become realitly.

Life is a wonderful thing. But it is your choice to decide what you do with it.

Better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all. In this way, you know what to expect. And you always have another chance.

Never give up. Never lose sight of what is truley important to you.

Always do the right thing. If you had to chose between what the most important thing to is or money, which would make you happy?

Never throw life away. Yes I know. Don't say I don't. I know there are times something happdns if you want to kill yourself. But know this, some one is always there to at least try.Repost this if this was any use to you at all. I made it from experiance. Add more to it. Help spread lessons everyone should learn from your own experience.


The boy punched in the hall today? Committed cuicide a few minutes ago? That girl you called a slut in class today? She's a virgin. That boy you called lame? He has to work ever night to support his family. That girl that you pushed down the other day? She's already being abused at home. That girl you called fat? She's starving herself. The old man that you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our cuntry. The boy you made fun of for crying? His mother is dying. You think that you know them? Guess what, you don't! Re-post if you are against bulling. I bet 99% of you won't, but repost this if your that 1% that has a heart.


Girl: Do you like me?

Boy: No

Girl: Do you want me?

Boy: No.

Girl: If I left would you cry?

Boy: No.

Girl: Would you live for me?

Boy: No.

Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you do anything for me?

Boy: No.

Girl: Which would you pick, me or your life?

Boy: My life.

Hearing this,the girl turns and starts running away with tears. The boy chases after her and stops her.

Boy: You don?t cross my mind because you are always on my mind. I don?t like you because I love you. I don?t want you because I need you. If you left I would die, not cry. I wouldn't live for you because I would die for you. I wouldn't do anything for you because I would do everything for you. But I would still pick my life because you are my life.

!Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. Youre just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don't answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you're asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She's screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that Mommy is crying and sissy won't wake up. Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what's going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there's an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they've said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can't help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can't handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They're sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She's in shock. She can't believe it. She what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad? Bad enough for you to end it. She can't cry, she can't feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It's a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone's crying, your little brother still doesn?t know you killed yourself, he's too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn't stop for days. It's two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go intodepression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn't succeed like you did, but she tried?your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don't just effect you. They effect everyone. Don't end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can't get better if you give up. I'm here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we've NEVER talked before, I'm here for you. Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care


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