The lines you hide scream out
“I am alone.”
And even though they were once open,
you have remained as closed as they are now
for your entire life.
But I have seen the forbidden scars,
and how I wish I could put my hand over them.
Not so that they are covered,
but so you know that they can be accepted,
that you are no longer alone.
There are so many people suffering, So many people on the verge of death. They wake up every morning hoping their fate will change, praying for a miracle. Every night they dream of being free from their condition and living a full happy life.
And then here I am, a person with a healthy life, with my whole life ahead of me. Healthy and young I have so much to live for, but every day I wake up and hope my fate will change, I pray for tragedy. Every night I dream of being free from this condition called life.
Why cant we switch. Why I can I […]
I’m not perfect I’ll admit, there are a lot of things I need to change like my depression, suicidal thoughts and self harm to start. I’ve already committed myself to changing but nobody trust me to do it on my own. Although therapy and medicine work for some people it terrifies me, mostly the drugs.
To me its petrifying to think that one pill a day can control my mind. Its changes the chemical levels to “balance” you out which changes the way you think. It might make you happier but at what cost. All of your originality and creativity is gone. Everything you though is different. […]
3 years, 2 months and 10 days ago I tried to kill myself. Long story short I took a bunch of pills, wound up in the hospital and was saved. After a 6th months of pills, therapy I gave up on other people to solve my problem for me. I began the internal struggle of dealing with my depression and suicidal thoughts. Since then I have graduated high school, gone to college, and made many other advancements in my life. I guess you could say things were going well.
When I started college I joined the ROTC program because it had always been my dream serve my […]
Suicidal: deeply unhappy or depressed and likely to commit suicide. Is that the way I feel? Yes
Do I think about it every day? Yes
Do I dream about it? Yes
Do I want to do it? Yes
Yet I still think there should be a different word. I think about it all the time, jumping in front of cars, off trains, suicide by cop, slitting my wrist, taking pills again, but something isn’t right. I can’t get it right. I just want to go to sleep and never wake up. Is that still suicidal? I don’t want to die, I just want to not live.