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Katelyn27's Profile

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Name: Katelyn27
Birthday: Jan 24 1997
Location: In my dark corner little corner in Wonderland...
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Mon, 29 Jul 2013
Membership: Member

Personal Bio
Mood Status: I don't feel anything anymore... First of all if you see me online, and you msg me and i don't respond. its because i don't log out. My name is Katelyn as you could see. I'm 16 I love mail :) Please message me. It helps with my....mood. so yea please :) Anything else msg me to know more. :) ------------------------------------------------------------------- "The Hanging Tree" Are you, Are you Coming to the tree, Where they strung up a man they say murdered three. Strange things did happen here, No stranger would it be, If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. Are you, Are you Coming to the tree, Where the dead man cried out for his love to flee. Strange things did happen here, No stranger would it be, If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. Are you, Are you Comig to the tree, Where I told you to run so we would both be free. Strange things did happen here, No stranger would it be, If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. Are you, Are you Comig to the tree, Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here, No stranger would it be, If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() you say rihanna - i say metalica you say lil wayne - i say breaking benjamin you say lady gaga - i say systm of a down you say emenem - i say alesana you say hanna montana - i scream heavy metal 92% of teenagers have turned to hip-hop and pop, if ur part of the 8%, copy this message and past it on your profile. DONT LET THE SPIRIT DIE!! -/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-~ He looked down at my wrist And asked how long had it been. I said a couple day but I'm almost to the end. He showed me his wrists, Blood stained and all, Said you were stronger when I couldn't be strong at all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ These faces; Laughing in mine, "You USE TO BE pretty, But now your just a waste of space." But the mirror always lies, Showing a fat little pig who is just so screwed. Also showing a helpless little girl who just doesn't know what to do. Who would rather die sit in pain, Who would cut up her own skin just to feel again. Who wouldn't eat for days just so would fit in. Who wouldn't sleep because of all the restless night alone. But she knows you see her, So why don't you say something. Maybe because you afraid you'll scare her, Or maybe because you yourself doesn't know what to do. So just take that chance, And maybe you'll see, That that little girl, Is in fact me. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% There's a girl Sitting by herself All alone with her thoughts That's are drowning her to death She's wishes she could disappear But no one seems to care Enough to say That I am here So until they do This is all I will say That girl is me Will someone save me today? """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" `Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You?ve had yet another horrible day. You?re 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 grandpa that "Mom 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. Your teacher 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 guy 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 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 friends? She's in shock. She can?t believe it. She knew 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 room and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It?s a few days later, at your funeral. The everyone you knew 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 everybody you knew talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That guy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. Twice. 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? 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. )0(~~~)0(~~~)0(~~~)0(~~~)0(~~~)0(~~~)0(~~~ i know what depression is like. I have been through it, and i am going through it. Suicidal, wanted to die, everyone hates you, your ex wants you to die. I know what this is like. If you have been through this, paste this in your bio. If not, that proves how cold hearted you are. -/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/ Telling someone who self-harms to stop is like telling a man with a broken leg to just walk. Telling someone with depression to be happy for once Is like someone you know very well saying "oh I don't need your help, I'm already useless."