The Others
November 13th, 2018 by ravingbean
I need to find a way to make them stop. They talk constantly. They have music blaring too. They’re out front. And next door. Inconsiderate fuckers.
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Loss of words
November 13th, 2018 by infinitePrime
I feel like I’m out of words now. I’ve been replying to people in a single word. I can’t talk properly. I wonder if I’ll become dumb forever.
I am afraid
November 13th, 2018 by SuicidalThoughtsButRefuseToKillMyself
That I am not going to be a productive member of society or never be truly happy like everyone else someone please kill me at 245 South Park Street, Madison, WI no mental hospital bullshit kill me quickly and painlessly in my sleep or in some form of peaceful way with no pain like giving some sort of thing that I can mix into a blue moon or bring me a blue moon and something to quickly and painlessly kill me and what not just make sure I am dead and not in a coma or blast my brains out with a shotgun and then …
Inhuman cold world
November 13th, 2018 by nuclearbackpack
Our lives are meaningless
It’s nothing but survival of the fittest, meaning survival of the best looking, most cunning, most heartless.
Is it any wonder people kill themselves
Every time I go out I just want to go home and cry, the world is hideous
make my day
November 13th, 2018 by Gary
If I wander with my 9mm, maybe some nice police officer will do this for me.
November 13th, 2018 by Tellmewhy
I never met a real human, the way l need a human to be, l’m always disappointed.
Birthday terror
November 13th, 2018 by Rainwatch
It’s my birthday in little over a fortnight, how I dread it, how I fear it, it’s gonna push me over the edge. When u make up your mind to end it u paradoxically become calm, it’s like a line from Pushkin I remember “when a man has decided upon a dangerous but inevitable course of action his heart beats steadily but calmly”. Suicide is inevitable for me, last time I tried, over ten years ago, I used the pill overdose method, it’s not like in the movies, one pill consumed gently after another, bullshit, you scoop the pills into your mouth like a dog …
For Gary
November 13th, 2018 by clipped-wings
I wish I could do more for you. This will have to do.
Sorry
hurtling
November 13th, 2018 by Gary
on my way home i was hurtling down the road and thinking that just a few more feet to the left and whamoo. Off switch. I hate waking everyday knowing that I’ll be doomed to endure another day in this flaming ball of fart gas…..its is becoming painful and not wanted. I just want to be be done, and im so done with this life….. World – F you and don’t bother me. The brain farts are getting too hard to manage. Ya’ll can have this crap. I dont like it anymore. I’m so done with this…….but I’m left …
Reasons Reasons
November 13th, 2018 by WaterWorks
I started getting into playing guitar after I changed my mind and tried to make my life better. Then I hurt my thumb and now I wont be able to play and my thumb hurts like death. It’s a small thing right? But it’s small things like this that are starting to piss me off. Now, as it turns out I have no idea how to get my engines working again. So here I am again fantasizing about dying like all of you. Because the little the little things are piling up again, and I’m done being fake. This time I’m not getting help, I …
Annoyed
November 13th, 2018 by Zigzag
I really hate to say it, but depressed people can be really annoying to listen to. It’s like, “why dont you just take responsibility for your own life and your own feelings if you feel so bad? Why dont you get help? Why don’t you just take concrete action and DO something for yourself?” But then, it’s especially annoying when the wallowing, depressed person who isnt listening to any kind of reason is yourself. Wasting time doing nothing at all, when you could be doing something good for yourself. To question whether or not you’re holding on to mental defense mechanisms which allow
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Omg. Someone help
November 12th, 2018 by Grandiose
- So, I just carved the word “die” with a razor into my arm. My boyfriend is closer to breaking up with me than he has ever been. He doesn’t even know about the fresh wound.
November 12th, 2018 by Atintofgreen
Of all the coping mechanisms why is self destruction one of them?
Where does it come from? How? Why?
Idk…
My friend
November 12th, 2018 by Hope Dream Love
I dont deserve him. He derserves so much more then me. For this story lets call him Cooper yeah i kinda like that name we’ll go with that.
Cooper and i met through a friend. His friend. My bf. After a while we broke up. He had treated me poorly. I know i cheated. I know i shouldnt have but thats no reason to control someone. To tell them to not talk to anyone.
So a few more boyfriends went by. All the same. Except they just broke up with me. And one day i asked Cooper. Just like that he was my bf. And it …
Relapse
November 12th, 2018 by beautifulsinner
Relapse. a simple 7 letter word that i seem to know all too well. i got locked up again for trying to kill myself after a year of doing well, of thinking shit does get better. but it doesnt and i suppose i should have known that. im out now, doing better, but wishing that i did end up dead. life fucking sucks and although im not actively suicidal, i wish i died. i wish the pills killed me. i wish they didnt save me. i want nothing more right now than to slit my arms and bleed all the pain and frustration out, but …
A Major Realization
November 12th, 2018 by deathisnear
Something just dawned upon me that I somehow never thought of before now.
During the lowest points of my life, when I was in the middle of mental breakdowns, I wouldn’t hesitate to let the closest people in my life know that I’m feeling suicidal and then state exactly why. Originally, I thought that maybe I was doing this for attention, but now I’m pretty sure there’s a deeper reason. It’s because I want to minimize the guilt they feel when I finally go through with my suicide. If they know exactly why I have felt like killing myself for 25+ years (which has nothing to …
past getting better
November 12th, 2018 by cohw77
i dont want help. i dont want kind lies about how i matter or how im worth something. i dont want someone to tell me that things get better. all i want is for someone to give me a gun and leave me alone to wander into the woods and blow my brains out in peace