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For over six years, I have fought to live through a special person who has stood by me. But now, I am unemployed and I cannot find any jobs in the city where he lives. And, I cannot move there because I am not a citizen of that country. And, he had a job offer in my city, but he decided against it, and now he says I should have convinced him to take it. He wrote that he will regret turning down the job forever. So now, so now, I am dead…dead. And I am dead. I am 31 soon and cannot take this pain. Suicide is so beautiful, so so beautiful now. Please tell me how beautiful it is.

hi anyone who were unsuccessful comitting suicide using helium method then they must read an article about SARAH CHERRY who used to live in Preston,England and she followed the method from the book THE FINAL EXIT and she trie dit first time and she was dead so i hope there is hope for everyone of us.

Back on August 28, 2003, two weeks after I get into school for my 7th grade year in middle school, my Grandpa Jon (Whom I’ve called Grumpy ever since I’ve met him) committed suicide by BB Gun in Mema’s (my great-grandmother) kitchen. My dad was depressed for some time before threatening mine and my little sisters lives. Mom made the right decision by telling him that she was filing for divorce. I almost lost my dad to suicide and now, about 7 years later, I almost took my life with drugs. I’ve tried overdosing with Asprin and Tylenol but it just made me feel all light-headed. I also tried using the gun that my dad inherited from Grumpy. That didnt work out since my dad caught me in the process… I feel like I’m depressed every day even tho I should be happy since I’m engaged, I FINALLY have a job, and my relationship with my dad is almost back to where it was before he made those threats. I’m trying my best to get these thoughts out of my head by thinking positive but its not doing much. I have to pretend every day that I’m happy and that nothing is bugging me…

I’ve also lost a couple friends to suicide… Krissy Worthen took her life back in 2007, the last month of school… Nobody knew what went on until someone from the school told us what happened to her before she took her life. I couldn’t believe it because I’ve known her since middle …

There’s a lady who’s sure
All that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven

When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven

There’s a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
‘Cause you know sometimes words have
Two meanings

In a tree by the brook
There’s a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are
Misgiven

Ooh, it makes me wonder

Ooh, it makes me wonder

There’s a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying
For leaving

In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those
Who stand looking

Ooh, it makes me wonder

Ooh, it really makes me wonder

And it’s whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason

And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will
Echo with laughter

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh, whoa, oh

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow
Don’t be alarmed now
It’s just a spring clean
For the May queen

Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There’s still time to change
The road you’re on

And it makes me wonder

Aw, uh, oh

Your head is humming and it won’t go
In case you …

again I want to die…
this time, calmer than ever, the thought has even became boring, I’m not sure why I’m not leting myself do it yet…

at this point life and death seem both just as boring, my mother spent the whole last week cursing on me and wishing I would die everytime she saw me around, and thats too many times since I live with my parents, dad of course supports her, I still don’t even know why she suddenly started acting like that, then again suddenly a couple of days ago she started talking like friendly and now she wants me to go out with her… despite the fact that she’s insane, I don’t really give a shit about what happened…

I never feel like talking to anyone now, especially using my voice, I just cant talk and if I pushed myself to, it just takes too much effort like forcing a kid to enter class on the first day at school when while he cries for escaping, and when I manage to talk I sound lame, like it’s not even me who’s talking, but who’s me after all? I don’t know…

I just want to make sure that my death wont hurt anyone, not that it makes me feel guilty, but it makes that I shouldnt let anyone get hurt because of my own issues, it wouldnt take too long for people around me to be ready for it, everyone already sees I’m depressed to my ass, I don’t talk, I don’t eat or …

I live an uncomfortable life under my own roof. I am a 21 yr old indian girl who feels like there is nothing left to live for anymore. Everyday I hold the guilt of committing a big sin, hating my family! They aren’t the worst family around but neither the best. I hate them for not understanding me and giving me the love and support I always needed. They have this complete wrong image of me, continuously negative towards me. I am always in trouble and constantly get told off! I feel like I cant breathe when I want to, how I want to! I have a life full of restrictions on going out etc. I haven’t done anything too wrong in my life, apart from not getting good results. I hate to bad mouth my family or to even hate them but I can’t help how I feel. I cant live with hating my family, the people I am suppose to love most. I feel more towards my friends simply cos they accept me for who I am and understand me better. At many times I have to the decision of ending my life but I feel like a coward. Deep down I know I’m a strong girl but its not about giving up, its about hating to live a life full of guilt and hate! I am so clueless! All I want is a bit of love genuineness and support!

you think you know how we feel? you come in here and try to make us feel better and give us false confidence. you dont know what its like to be the living dead. until you do. leave us alone.

I never doubted in my mind that I am a good person. Someone bumps into me, I say sorry. Someone needs my help, I go and help them to the point of being abused. All my life, I have tried to be responsible. I used to have it all. A happy family, a successful career, and man that loved me very much. Now, I am 4 months pregnant with this man. This man who hurts me physically and screams at me everytime, and looks at me like I am disguting. I am so stupid, I cant leave. I tried, but I keep returning. That I can handle, but his emotional and verbal abuse hurts more. When he left me and “gave up” on trying to change me, I lost my job. When I got pregnant, my family turned their back on me. This man that I love with all of me… wont even marry me. I cant talk, I cant cry, I cant do anything to piss him off. I am always scared of disappointing him. I feel that whenever I do something right, I make 2 mistakes and I just go back to where I started. I am tired. Very tired of my life. Very tired of living in the dark. No matter what I do, I cant please them. Nobody truly loves me. I am 23, unwed, and abused. What hurts more is that they are right. It is me who hurts myself worst. I try. I always try to be the person they want me …

everyone is lucky in their own right, but why do we all only think of the negatives in our lives? why do we complain about the rain when we know it’ll provide us with food to eat and water to drink? why do we yell at the guy who cut us off on the highway when we’re lucky we didn’t crash? why do we want to kill ourselves because we’re “alone” when there are others who actually know the pain we are feeling?