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i didn’t want it.

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My boyfriend is talking to me about the girl he cheated on me with.. And how he kissed her. I’m done.

There is no question that the worst state for a living being to experience is one where they are suffering badly enough to desire to die and yet they do not have a way of dying.   I am so horrendously disabled that I might as well be kept in chains.  Committing suicide in such a condition is all but impossible.  Certainly I am ready to do it and want to do it.  I can use my arms and legs but I have no way of accessing a gun so I’m left with hanging or jumping from a building.  Hanging is not easy, I’ve discovered, as I […]

my family does nothing but judge me. what do i ever do to you besides give you respesct infront of your shit talking family. Thats all you guys do.. talk shit about me and always wonder if i’ll ever be good at something. maybe the whole reason why i dont do anything is because im so afraid to ruin everything and show you that i am a complete failure.

you are the main reason i just dont want to be here anymore.

They say the best thing you can do when you have a problem is to admit it, but who wold I tell that I’m depressed if I’ve already bodered every single one of my friends with it?

I have absolutely no reason to be depressed, but yet I’m here again feeling that the reallity got broken and everything went down as if the word wasn’t anything but a casttle of glass.
Can’t tell anyone because people never really cares or they have no way to help… how to help if you don’t even know what’s all about? I think I just need to jump and fall […]

My lungs hurt.. Groan for different air.., Each cold breathe crystalizes. My blue eyes long.. Long for something new to see.., Each glaze stings.. My ears ring.. Ring for something beautiful.. Each sound makes me weak.., Help me world.. I was there for you when you needed me, now where are you for me? I sit.. waiting to see your dark face appear from above.., wrap me up and let me be free. Suck me into your abyss.. Let me smile.. Let me laugh.. Let my skin glow.. Let everyone see whats been missing from my everyday. Let it. Let me. I gaze at your […]

I’ve been coming here / posting for several months now. I’ve read many of your posts and many posts from those who have followed through. I have found comfort and shared sadness. I’ve shared my pain and felt everyone else’s – even if I didn’t always comment. There were many times I wanted to write something but I was just too depressed so, I’m sorry.

I always thought I would leave a note or say goodbyes. I’ve said goodbyes but am no longer certain about a note. What’s the point? Who will really care or moreso, who will I hurt by doing so?

I always thought […]

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I love people, but not myself.

Email me brl.cents@gmail.com

I know I’m going to kill myself.  Looking at everything life has to offer, it simply isn’t worth it to me. I haven’t set a date or anything, but the days where my head feels heavy and I can’t stop thinking about my death are occurring more and more frequently. My family is a healed-broken mess and I don’t have anyone to talk to.

The thing is, my life doesn’t suck enough for people to understand my thoughts. I think so too. My life is pretty good, comparatively, but there’s many things wrong at my core that’s just killing me. My inability to communicate successfully with […]

I can solve other ppl’s problems I just can’t solve my own 🙁

I’m 23. It’s been 3months since I’ve registered at this site. 6 months in depression. I won’t bother to type my story again since I’m tired of telling it. All that needs to be known is that I’m tired and sick of it all. I failed so many times and so many people. I failed myself as well. I should have bettered myself, I could have. Would, should, could. I’m tired of everything. The past 6 months has been nothing but darkness and sadness. It’s already been half a year, and I have gotten no where.. I’m trying my best to better myself, to keep […]

When you think about it, it’s a funny yet sad answer. At least to me it is. Because for me, the answer is that there is no point.

Was life supposed to be enjoyable? Fulfilling? For me it really hasn’t been.

Was I supposed to matter or contribute to something or someone? I really haven’t.

I’m sure some would disagree but for what little I have accomplished and for how shortly it lasted, the majority of my exsistance has had no meaning. No value. No worth. No point.

When there is no longer any point to something you quit. You cut your losses and just let it go – […]

I don’t know either.

As an Emphysema/COPD sufferer, and seeing as I write this that I have only 30% of my lung capacity, I will be thinking in the not to distant future as to how to go about making my death look like an accident.  I refuse to be hooked up to machines, wheeled to a window for a few hours a day, etc.  This is a quality of life issue for me.  For now, I am mobile and taking prescribed drugs for my conditions (add depression, chronic anxiety and panic attacks).  As this is my first post, I am asking for ideas.  I am already seeing a […]

This isn’t about suicide, but it is like a death of your sanity and free will.
Dark
They creep through the shadows before dawn breaks
To them night is day
And while we sleep they watch their prey
Up and down our bodies go
Letting air in ever so slow
dreams pierce our thoughts as we think not
To the outside wold oblivious.
In they creep with soundless movements
Ice wind follows them, a constant servant
But in our sleep we know not.
To our beds they slither, creep
And over our heads they plunge us to a dreamless sleep
Our dreams rush forth to […]