I’ve tried comiting suicide 4 times. Most times I tried to bleed out. Then I tried to OD. But now I’m thinking about it. I want to really leave those assholes a mess to clean. I want my body to look like a rotting zombie by the time I’m done with myself. I’m thinking of slicing my arms up again. And cutting my neck as deep as my knife will let me. If i haven’t bled out from there I’m going to cut my ex fiancée’s name into my stomach. And finally write my suicide note I’m my own blood. Something awesome that will make my mother cry. Like “I’m dead” or “tell Patrick” or “sorry for getting blood everywhere” or “burn a church”
Then end it all with a gun blow to the forehead. So half my face is normal and the other half is GONE. And during all this I’ll have corpse paint on. I’m an evil fuck
They better take pictures
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I just came across this website cause a person close to me commited suicide. Sure those assholes hurt you and they have no fucking right, and you’ve cried and cut and tried to loose your life but if you just leave this world what will happen to those around you? Your mum, your Dad and if they all hate you too then turn to your friends. You only live one and do you really wanna waste it on them fucking asses. If you die, and let the assholes ‘clean your mess’ then they’ll feel bad and they’ll go under depression, then before you know it they’ll go through what your going through. Depression’s a ***** right? Do you want other people to go through what you have been through? I understand your pain, and how life is just so utterly unfair. Why we were born and why fucked up people who do terrible things to eachother but if we put all that shit aside you’ll see a bright world. Hard to beleive. Just imagine. Think off all the things you wanted to do but havent because depression is stopping you and all these suicidal thoughts? One day you’ll have children and they’ll look up to you like your the strongest persona alive. You’ll agree because you are. You overcame hell and you have told yourself to just move on, let go and forget about everything. They are not worth it. Please double think about it . By the way i just made an account just to comment on this. Bye.
I made an account just to comment on this post. I came searching for a group of people who felt the way I did, who would understand what I was feeling and therefore, truly connect. The thing is. Nobody can tell you not to kill yourself. Nobody can tell you that your life is worth living. Nobody, not even people who have been through the same thing, can truly know what hell you are living in. For each person, it’s different. For each person, it’s hurts more. Worse. Sure, it would be easy for me to sit here and beg you not to do it. But I don’t know your pain or your situation. What if I were in that same positilon? How would I react? I can’t pass judgement on you when Lord knows how I would be if I were in your shoes. Do I wish for you to let anger and sorrow strip away your life? No. Am I desperatley seeking words to string together in an attempt to show you the brighter side ? Of course. But I know that the only person who can save you is you. Decide to live. Not for anyone else. For yourself. For me, it was traveling abroad and volunteering in an orphanage. That’s what it took for me to realize that my life had more value than I was placing on it. I want to share a story from one of the orphans. Her name was Jazzy. She was found at 4 years old. A guard who patrolled a cemetery at night saw a cluster of women near the edge of a grave. He walked over there, shouting, and the women took off. But they left a “package” behind. When he went to pick up the package, it was a little girl. She had a bag over her head, and a belt around her neck. Her face was blue and she was nearly dead. When I met her, she was 14 years old. And she remembered every detail of that incident. Do you know what she told me? “What sense would there in me being angry for someone else’s mistakes? I control my life. It’s their loss. I won’t let someone else’s wrongs push me off a cliff.”
Please. Don’t let someone else’s wrongs push you off a cliff. There is always a way. Just think about it.
Interesting scenario.But I think after you cut your throat, you will bleed immediately n will be unable to shoot.What’s more, cut on the sides, arteries are more close to trachea than veins.You can google: best gore man slit his own throat n you’ll find a vid there.He survived because he didn’t cut his jungular.
OK, actually it’s cruel, but only because I like such things n I admire to such people I won’t try to change your decision.It’s up to u.
Sereously, I don’t think if you really will be able to do so…And if there really is such a need.Why do u wanna shock them?
I don’t think my knife can cut deep enough into an arterie. It’ll be more of a scratch more then anything. But you bring up a good point lol
Definitely rent a commercial type wood chipper and dive in! What better statement can you make that spewing tiny little chunks of you all over the place? You can even aim the chute right where you want!
Well here is my situation. I live in depression day to day, regretting my mistakes. MIssing the one I hurt. He’ll never come back. I’ll never see him again. And when I say he was the only one who mattered, I’m really not exaggerating. He made me believe in the brighter side of things. He tried to kill himself only a few months before we met. He just told me we can be the brighter side of each others lives. We were the same in so many ways. When he was released from the institution he just said that he noticed how big the sky was. When I was released I thought the exact same. We were just so sick of being abandoned and shit on by everyone. The only time I was ever truly happy was with him. Then the relationship got so hard. He cheated on me. And he was truly sorry. But then my depression just got so much worse I kept trying to keep it to myself but it didn’t happen. I broke down. I kept wondering why. We both agreed we’d be life mates. What was so hard about just sticking together. Apparently he just got board or something. But he realized that it was a huge mistake. But nothing he could do could make it better.
Then I found a guy who treated me right and who was nice to me. Well fuck nice. I realized I made a mistake. I hurt him so badly. Worse then he ever hurt me. It just snow balled into something huge, because instead if being a decent person and trying to fix things or at least be honest an tell him Im just dieing and I found someone new, I cheated on him. For a long time. Well. That’s the thing driving my suicide. Regret….. Missing him. By the time I decided he was worth more to me then anything else it was to late. He didn’t want anything to do with me. He even got the police involved last time I tried to talk to him. So I can’t even make Contact with him.
So I tried to comit suicide for the third time, earlier this year. June I think. I told him how I felt and that I loved him. And he called the police. And reported that I was going to kill myself. He saved my life. He got me baker acted.
Now life is empty. I don’t feel anything except the urge to kill myself in the most graphic way I can think of. If my death is painful and demented I feel like I’d be showing the world what I am on the inside. I’d want to show them what I did to myself an they had a part to. Especially my mom. I’ll never forgive her. Because part of the reason we can’t talk is because my mom said she’d get him arrested of we talked.
Life is just nothing anymore. I just want to tell him I love him. I’ve always loved him, from the time I sat Down next to him on that bench. And just asked to sit with him. He showed me amazeing music and taught me everything I know. I just want my death to reflect how I feel……
That’s my story.
I’m sorry, but nth will change if you die.If he doesn’t speak with you-he will not.
You need to concentrate on Your self finally.To accept the situation how it is.
You know, I also have a little bit stupid variation in my life, one guy doesn’t speak with me, too.But I perfectly realize that nth will change inside of me if he would.Maybe change, but maybe it is good how it is.Soul is the most important subject.I’d like him to speak with me, or to tell me just a single word, but…It won’t be nice to rape him :D.
It’s not good to attach to sb(somebody).Find yourself, better.Maybe he’ll back, sometimes it happens when you don’t really find a difference.
Find yourself in this life or just in death, but not because of him, because of you.
Imagine you never met him, don’t regret.Concentrate on your world inside, be real.
😀 These are just thoughts, I never feel sure about what I’m telling, but…Hope you’ll find what to take for yourself.
Well there isn’t much recovering after you fuck up like I did….. I mean in all alone now. I fucke happiness up
I’m sorry.It means my text was very subjective and temporar. I need to think more about what I’m writting.
if you’re all alone, you need to speak to sb or just to listen to music, then;
Naahhh you guys help me really keeping life in perspective. I wish love existed