It’s me haha I’m back. But this time I’m in demon form. I creep up on ya like smack from a needle spinal tapped trapped my back quivers from an evil source. Cold blooded so I’m fiending for some heat or warmth. An old shovel dirty it’s evening and I’m still digging holes. I ain’t even ran my course. At first I try to get close to him it’s like I hover over him. Reach down. Creep him out. Crawl up his arm into the nearest hole and take control of him. Get behind his eyes roll em back and leave him with […]
Just out of pure curiosity, does anyone on here reside in Illinois? I’d really like to talk with someone who lives relatively close to me.
Im still not dead.
I sure as hell feel like I’m dying.
I fucking wish I would.
Im so cold, I’m shivering, I’ve got goosebumps, these chills are killing me.
Laying here on the floor and I’m sweating bullets.
Sanity says I need to shoot up some heroin.
Repeat that five times in your head.
It doesn’t matter how you shoot your self, just fucking do it.
Junkie scum, junkie scum, fucking coward can’t kill himself.
All he does is run.
What’s the plan you’ve been planning for?
Now that your sick, […]
I don’t have much incentive for a better life. I kind of just want to wait to die soon. You know let my self suffer. .. until something comes along and picks me up and subsides my death for a little bit longer, that’s what keeps happening. I don’t really feed my self other people do, I’d probably let my self starve but that takes so long that someone comes along and feeds me. Sometimes when I walk around I hope I get murdered. But then again maybe that’s just me thinking fucked up shit again. Maybe that’s not really me. But I […]
Distractions only work for so long. I think it’ll always be like this. It really always has, I just found ways to mask it. And masking it lets it grow larger but out of sight. So when that mask gets taken off it comes back and hits me even harder than the last time. Soon it’ll start stabbing me when it comes back, eventually it’ll tie a rope around my neck and drag me away.
Junk fucked grunge and grime and became punk in time followed by this dope laced rhyme is blue lips and rolled back eyes with a rope tied tight you might find the right side of life when every body is done crying at your funeral they go back home and do the same thing as you but they don’t understand the point of view you had and why you choose to tie ropes to rocks and throw those hopes over the beam tied real tight so you could kick the chair from under your feet in the same place under that bridge you used […]
I think about killing my self often. These thoughts of suicide, I’ve had them for the past five years. As the time has passed, up until now they have only progressed and became more and more frequent. Now, I seriously think about killing my self on average of about three times a day at least. I’ve noticed that through out the years I’ve only gotten more serious about it. As I recall, it began with thoughts of more unrealistic methods of suicide or death. Back then I was basically just toying with the idea of killing my self. Recently, in the past two years, I’ve […]
I once had a shirt that said “if you’re looking for a sign not to commit suicide this is it” and it honestly made me really happy to have. It cheered me up a lot, some how making me feel better about life. But it was stolen from me and it crushed me and made me really sad and depressed. Pathetic huh?
Does any one use heroin and feel like they finally don’t want to kill them self? I do. When I get clean from it and I’m sober, I want to die again. What’s the point of me getting sober if I still want to die? Why not just keep using heroin and running from my suicidal and self destructive tendencies? At least that way I’m still alive for the selfish fucks that insist I don’t kill my self. But they’re not happy enough that I’m still alive, they don’t want me on heroin. But they don’t understand, the heroin preserves my life. I’m alive because […]