My mom can get cancer again, and my dad left us without a home or money…I have no friends, my family wants me to go die…they all call me a demon…FUCK LIFE! I’m SICK of getting tortured and neglected by people who say they “love” me…WHATS THE MEANING OF LOVE??? LIFE??? I can’t live with this anymore…I”m DONE being the punching bag…I HAVE ATTEMPTED SUICIDE BEFORE…EVERYONE thinks I’m doing it for attention…EVEN MY THERIPIST…They tell me I’m a lying piece of shit…FUCK YOU! I’m only struggling! Why in the HELL would I fake this?! IT’S CALLED PAIN. My STEPDAD don’t give a FUCK about me…he treats me like shit! Everytime my mom leaves to do something, he calls me a ***** and once called me a **** because-OH!-I didn’t clean the basement. SPOTLESS. He bullys me. I’M SICK OF THE SHIT EVERYONE FEEDS ME! I’M DONE! GOODBYE.
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I cant convince you against suicide but just to let you know the reason i am here is because I googled the title of your post. I have also considered suicide and a couple of years ago I nearly chose to. I was found with note in hand. my family stepped in and helped me but i know that this may not happen for everyone. The reason i am here is because i have regularly felt like this and i even had help from a psychotherapist a while ago but that didn’t help and just tricked me into thinking that i was safe from that choice that lingers in my head this very moment. I want to live but the slightest things in everyday life seem to drag me down. i will sit alone in my room some nights until three o’clock in the morning listening to sad music and crying. but when i wake up i feel ready. i feel ready to tackle another day in this so called gift of life. i know i’m lucky to be living and i feel worse when i’m suicidal because i know that some people would give anything to live another day and yet i consider ending my own life. i want to make the most of life but sometimes i just can’t and when people say there is no such thing as cant they are wrong because sometimes all you can say is “i cant cope”. i know how hard you find your life but all i can say is don’t let them beat you because if you do then you will be remembered forever as that one that didn’t make it. you and me are survivors. we all have different problems with some worse than others but that shouldn’t matter. how ever big the problem you can pull through.
the last thing i want to tell you is that i seem to be getting more and more dragged down everyday and i’m finding it harder and harder to hold on to my friendships. my life recovered a couple of years ago when i never had any of these feelings but now they are back and like you i am scared and angry at myself for letting them in. one day maybe ill escape from these feelings but i hope to do it on my own and without the help of death. life is all about survival (as some old people say) and they may actually be right because you and i are going to pull through one day, even if that day isn’t in the near future, we know that one day we will pull through.