we’re just
suicidal people
telling other
suicidal people
that suicide
isn’t the
answer.
I am scared, and confused.
I wonder why the voices won’t leave my head.
I hear them talking all around.
I see them when I try to sleep.
I want to get rid of them.
I am scared, and confused.
I pretend that they’re not there.
I feel their presences, it gives me chills.
I touch my mind to erase what I’ve seen.
I worry that they will be around me forever.
I cry because everyone thinks I’m crazy.
I am scared, and confused.
I understand that medicine won’t take them away.
I say that medicine doesn’t help to my doctors, but they don’t understand.
I dream […]
I have an empty, but knotted feeling in my stomach. It almost makes me want to cry. I’m being constantly ignored when I need to talk. It’s almost as if I want to talk to someone, no ones here. The more I write, the more I get that feeling. I hate it. I can’t say why though. Why I’m so, so.. I don’t know. I just want to die. If life just stays in a negative path, what’s the point of living. I’m known as one of the oldest veterans on Suicide Projects, maybe I won’t be a veteran anymore..
I won’t stress enough on how I’m trying to get the point across that suicide isn’t a phase. I really need you guys to help me with that. After I am going to post a link to why I am doing. This is important. Please message me with your stories. I know it’s a lot to ask but it’s important to me. I again I really want to get that point a cross. Please help me get people to realize things. If you have friends who can help in my journey, tell them to message me. This is OUR opportunity to open people’s eyes.
Naiomyhernandez@gmail.com
I still need stories for help with my personal project. My project is to get the true meaning of suicide. To show its not a joke. Message me with any stories. Youre name is private and it stays between us. Please Help me with it.
Naiomyhernandez@gmail.com
I’m doing my personal project on suicidal awareness, and real cause of it. I’m trying to get people understand that this isn’t just a phase, it’s real. I need a couple stories, so please message me some? I could use video stories, writing stories, or you can call me and tell me your story. I want people to understand. Message me ? Naiomyhernandez@gmail.com
I feel so A lone. There’s no one here. Why?
Conversation..
Person 1: what are those scares from?
Me: These scars? There battle scars.
Person 2: what or who where you battling?
Me: myself.
This guy treats me like shit,but yet I still come back to him. Sadly, hesaid he didnt care, but yet, I still was there. I stay with him no matter what. Its like I have no repect for myself. Even though he said he would be there for that slut more then for me. Why do I stay, tell me please. He’s only here right now because she cheated, so he crawled back to me. Thats sad how thats the only way he wants me. WTF MAN! Im always here for you, and you don’t care. I love you though, so sadly I’m still going to be there.
I’m so upset. Finally aia found out the boy that I REALLY likes likes me back. and yesterday we talked about how we were going to fix things…. its the next day, he wont even look at me. He is flirting with 2 other girls, and im forced to stare at him in class while he takes pictures with another girl. Great… Fuck my life.
I just go tin a really big argument with on of my class mates. He is saying gay people are “wrong” . HOW ARE GAY PEOPLE WRONG!. I HATE people like that. Why are you judging what people like! Its not you! Let them go! Gay people are not wrong. People who think so can fuck off!
Someone called me a suicide project vetren. It kind of boothered me.. It made me feel like he or she thinks that if you enter this website, you’ll end up “dying”. Thats not true. Someone talk to me. I want to help! I want to show people, you can do it. Even though things don’t get better all the time, that doesnt mean there arent people out there to help.
It makes me upset to open up this website and see almost 3 new stories almost every 10 minutes. I feel like things just keep getting worst and worst for all of us. Well, if you ever need to talk, Message me. Naiomyhernandez@gmail.com .
I wish pencil can make me bleed. Bleed out the negative shit that people say. You know! The shit that gets stuck in your head! I feel like everyone’sagainst me. Scratch that. I know it. But I can’t make myself bleed at school. That’s because I don’t have the things to do it. But I can try. Go harder and harder . Deeper and deeper. I WILL strike blood. And hopefully  stop the pain inside. I don’t want people to know. Keep it a secret. The pain a secret. My tears a secret. The pencil that I’m suppost do math with a secret. And the […]
What have I done
Wish I could run
Away from this ship going under
Just trying to help
Hurt everyone else
Now I feel the weight of the world
Is on my shoulders
What can you do
When ur good isn?t good enough
And all that u touch tumbles down
Cus my best intentions
Keep making a mess of things
I just wanna fix it somehow
But how many times will it take
Oh how many times will it take
For me to get it right
To get it right
So, I guess I’m not worth anyones time. Myex cheated on me with 2 guys… He was stright when we started dating… I hate myself now. I hate the way I make everyone hate me.
Everything is me. I dont know why I have to be such a screw up. Everylittle thing I do effects everyone else. Why .? I dont mean it to do that. I hurt my self again. I havent really been on this for a while.. But yea. I beat my self up now.. I’m clean 4 months from cutting and 7 from burning. 2 weeks from trying to beat my self to death. I get bruses everywhere. No one even knows . I lie and say , ” I dont know how it happened. Maybe I just fell.” I just want my life to be […]
So, recently my stepfather has been telling me he doesn’t care about me. He has been saying he won’t care if I run away and he doesn’t care about me one bit. He has been yelling at me and almost hitting me . Thank god I called child services on him because he would of hit me if I never did that .So many things are happening at once so Last night, I beat myself up again. So bad it hurts to walk. I then couldn’t take it and cut myself again. Braking 10 months. It wasn’t even cutting it was like a scrap […]
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