I’ve been contemplating suicide for a while now.
I’d be doing simple stuff, normal everyday stuff,
Then my mind will drift off into suicidal thoughts.
I’d be walking down the street..
Then I think, why don’t I just walk in front of that car?
Why not end it all right now?
I’d be in the tub.. I’ll go under water…
Then I start to think, why not stay down?
What’s the point of being alive,
If I already feel like I’m dead inside?
I’d be cutting up food for dinner
My eye would catch the blade cutting smoothly.
Why not just slit my throat, cut up my arms..
And bleed out..
I want to die.. I want to leave this earth..
Because nothing makes sense anymore..
My life has no meaning anymore..
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I think that life always has a meaning, even if it’s inconsequential to your wish for suicide, but in most cases (me included) I find that people don’t really hate living, they just hate living their current life conditions, whatever those may be. That’s why we are depressed, but these things can be solved with time.
It doesn’t mean they will be solved though. I mean, just because something can happen doesn’t mean it will, although it’s still not 0% chance. So don’t mistake me for a preacher who doesn’t understand depression (I get the feeling some people think that here…).
I’m ending it all today…