Why am I here
What the fuck am I doing
I hate life
I’m just holding on
Why
What’s the point
Haunted by my own thoughts
kill yourself
They gently whisper
…I may oblige
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Solace
day 7487 survived
i don’t mean to sound insensitive but fuck, i look around and all i see are fake-ass, apathetic, hypocritic, ballsacks. if i voice my problems they will nod and give me fucking words of “wisdom” but they dont really fucking mean it. they can’t meant it. People sat sooo fucking often, “I know how you feel.” Â piss off, no you don’t, and if you do, congratu-fucking-lations wlecome to the club mate. you know what it’s like to feel like a worthless piece of shit every living moment of your pathetic existence……fuck
That is what they say isn’t it….that you shouldn’t hurt yourself. that it’s wrong, unnatural. but i find that the people that usually say that. are the people in a judgmental position and have never felt enough pain to want to hurt themselves. To feel like they deserve to be hurt. these , of course, are my opinions and you’re free to disagree with them, but i think that if you have felt enough pain either physical or emotional in your life(or both) and you feel the need to self-harm. i fell that it is a coping mechanism and should be used….thoughts?
Can you imagine it?
No light,
No sound,
Senses ripped away,
Utterly unfathomble,
Endless Black,
Death,
No Heaven,
No Hell,
Just consumption
Just….Nothing
It’s not really worth living in is it? when you think about it, there are at least 100 unspeakable things that happen every second, we as people are dirty, filthy things unworthy of life if we do those kind of things with it….i just started posting here but i think that this world is filthy and just not worth living in. I hate it, and i feel an almost inherent hatred for a lot of people in it, if that makes me some kind of weirdo or psycho or sociopath then so be it, but thats just what i observe from living on this shit […]
Mom,
You didn’t fail,
You tried your best,
You believed,
You raised me to think,
That life was worthwhile,
That people were good inside,
That i was Perfect the way i was,
But Mom,
You don’t see,
You don’t see my mind,
You don’t see the futility,
The hatred,
The fear,
The pain,
I show you the brighter side,
So you won’t worry,
Or see my intentions,
I love you.
I’ve only been alive for 20 years, but every year i seem to realize, more and more, that life is entirely futile and not worth it. every year suicide seems more appealing. No matter how much i try to see the bright side or how much i try to create new things (art, music, etc.) i still feel empty and i feel that there really is nothing in this hollow world. nothing worth living for….money means nothing, love always leaves in the end, and everyone you know including yourself and myself, will eventully die. I fell that suicide is the most logical way […]