It seems people don’t
care anymore.
Every night I cry, waiting for the day when my suffering ends. But I can’t wait. Its alnost my birthday, but what do I get? Beatings and insults that’s what. My name meant happy. But I never feel that way anymore. I was never destined for happiness. My name should have meant suffering.
Many people think suicide is a solution. Just as many know it’s wrong, but commit it anyway because people JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND.
My reason to feel suicidal is I don’t know if I’m have the brains of a decent person.
Many say I’m dumb, stupid, idiotic. From people at school, at where I have to stay: my house. I can’t even call it a home anymore. People at school say “You don’t have the IQ of a animal,”. Even if I get something right, they still put me down, reminding me I don’t even seem to have an head. At my house, it’s even more horrible. I’m […]
I can’t live anymore.
I’ve tried to suicide since I was 11, and I was suicidal when I was 10.
I’ve faked a smile, a laugh; I’m good at hiding my emotions. I can act like I’m perfectly happy, when I’m hurt. I can’t help it. I don’t want to show. I can’t speak up. I’m trapped in a living nightmare.
I feel like I have no family. My mom is always at work. And my dad…Him.
He sits in front of the computer and never seems to even MOVE. He’s like a statue, frozen. I feel like I can’t talk. Talking to a statue is pointless […]
I’m sure some of us have thought of running away, and some of us actually did. I think will be honest. I am no exception. I have thought about it many times. Family isn’t family to me. When I’m away from ‘home’, I feel much happier. My friends are truly my family. They don’t know about me being suicidal. My ‘family’ doesn’t either. I just feel like I’m stuck in between. I want to leave because of my life in living hell, but I don’t want my friends to be upset. If I do run away, my friends will know about me being suicidal. I […]
I can’t take it anymore. I feel like dying. School is just so much pressure, and I’m so clumsy, that I lose things. My parents yell at me for losing things that cost money. I feel like they care about money more than me. I’ve been suicidal since I was eight. Eight! I felt too much pressure and stess too often. None of my friends and family know about this at all. The only reason I don’t suicide is because it hurts. I don’t want to feel the pain. I’m thinking, “If I have lots of pain, why add more?”
I know I’m young, and I […]
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