For general topics related to the site.
Where are you from and what age are you?
At what age did you first contemplate suicide?
What is your preferred method?
For general topics related to the site.
Where are you from and what age are you?
At what age did you first contemplate suicide?
What is your preferred method?
there’s a place in my country that like-minded souls drown. we call it ‘the hotspot’. i see news about a new body found every week and we all keep our fingers counting, while keeping tabs on each other. i only know a few others from my country. those bodies fished out are always strangers. there’s a young man unable to cope with pressure, a mother who took her and her son’s lives, a missing person, and one woman and man. i watched those news with a envy eye. its cruel. i haven’t in it in me to feel sorry. i’ve spoken to lots of ‘friends’ from all over the world. […]
People depress me.
I hate them.
It’s shocking how completely evil they can get and that’s considered NORMAL.
Fuck Normal.
Fuck everyone.
Why should I die when everyone else is the problem?
WHY!?!
im not trying to score any points here. but A.S initals of the most important person in my life. shes my girlfriend as well as my best friend. i was lost until her. not syaing im found now but it helps a lot knowing that there is someone there. i wanted to say this because for the people who dont think there is something or someone out there who can save u…. ur fucking wrong. im here you have me. someone is there. go find em.
i do my best to stay away from both of them. i was a druggie, a meth head. crack pot. pothead call me what you want. thats what i was.
– 6th grade: first ciggarete first hit out of a bong. first shot
– 7th grade: more weed more cigs. but this time, first drunk, first aolcohol posioning. first time doing coke
– 8th grade: a lot more week a lot more alcohol a lot of cigs but a lot of coke…. but first time doing meth. shrooms. over the counter percription. getting cross faded. xanex ectacy. codiones. adherol.
– 9th grade: first time realizing…. […]
i wake up. and as cliche as it is i look myself in the mirror…. and throw up. im in such disgust of myself and who ive become. i was raised in a loving home and i dont know how but somehwere along the line between the ages of 12-16 i turned corupt. i started forming a black hole where my heart should be. i dont know what happened. i go to school seeing all the faces. depicting all the various emotions from the littlest gestures. weather it be how they walk, with their head down being pushed around by people who refuse to walk […]
I used to be suicidal. I guess I’m not anymore, but I still have thoughts about it. I’m the oldest of four. I had a half brother bt he’s in prison…i call it abandonement. He was the failure to my parents, so they take his mistakes and are always extra careful with me. I can never be my self around them. I always feel like a dirty little ungrateful liar. I hate it.
Everybody tells me I’m so pretty. I look in the mirror everyday and see this pathetic, ugly loser who hides who she is, but doesnt know how to reveal her true self. […]
I”m sick and tired of living this shitty life: no g/f, better jobs are worthless to come by, etc. NO ONE CARES PERIOD!
Where do I start…
Well my attitude is never consistent with regards to whether I’m cool, pissed, despressed etc…It’s always oscillating.
Even though no one can know who I am on here, I still feel awkward stating what my problem is…. (YES, I DIAGNOSED MYSELF)
Suicide thoughts whirl around my head once in a while but were very rampant from Sept 2010.
Actually i’m confusing myself right about now… I dunno
I don’t know where people get the courage to actually go that far anyway. I’m too much of a ***** to attempt it, whether it being ODing to hanging or whatever…
Self-harming is a no go area for me aswell… If I did […]
The marks on my arms
the needle in my hand.
The ugly stabs
that was on the tip.
I must hide away
I must fade somewhere.
The rules i must exceed
to be perfect.
In the eyes of others
i’m coated with make up
the long sleeves i wear
i hide no cuts.
The poison i inject
in my body
it is not drugs
that wears out my body
that flows in my veins
as it crease into my body.
I didn’t pass out from the needles
it was what i had become
it was the need to be perfect
It was the need from […]
Who on here is suicidal and living in Ireland?? I seem to have come across a few so far….
I don’t know who I am, I never really knew who I was. But i know I’m tired of myself & I’m only 15..maybe these years have just been too long for me. There are few who know about me, my depression for three years & my struggles with eating disorders. That doesn’t matter though, they don’t actually know me, they just know about me.
It all started in grade 7, I took a firm glance into the mirror & wanted to cry. I was straight up ugly, I was chubby & i wore glasses & to myself I looked like an orphaned monkey. That […]
Hi all, I’m new to this site. I was led here from another site about suicide. So I started reading through some of the posts on here and found I could relate to so many of them. I decided to post my ramblings. I apologize in advance if this is extremely long. I just want to get out what’s been bottled up for a while now.
I’m only 20 years old and I feel like a failure. Like I have no real future. Like my life has no purpose. Recently, I’ve been thinking about suicide. About a month ago I took a walk and not too far […]
When people close to us know or sense that we are suicidal they feel so helpless to stop it
They just stop texting, calling, eamiling,
It has to be painful for them, waiting for, yet never wanting to receive that knock on the
door, or have look out there window and see a squad car turning in.
They know that they will be hearing of our death.
Its too much for them too bare, so the fear keeps them from staying in contact, like a self protection
mode.
My dreams are the only things that keep me alive, that give me the strength
to move forward, that give me a purpose to move on and that shines light on to the path i choice.I will not move or breakdown when you push me, its what i want, its my life and i don’t live to please you, so know when your unwanted
So I kind of have a plan of what I’m going to do.
My life is worthless just sitting around, working my crappy retail job and not being able to pay my bills. I really want to go back to school and get a degree in something, but I don’t have the money, or the grades to get a scholarship.
So, I’ve decided to join the army or army reserve. That way, I can go to school, I’ll have a place to live, I’ll go through fat camp and boot camp so I won’t be such a fatass anymore, I’ll have a job which […]
So I am 24 years old, I am 14 000$ in dept, only have a highschool education seeing as I dropped out of college twice now. I am unemployed and soon to be homeless as of February 1st. I have been trying to find a job to try and get some money going so I can get an apartment but it is seeming impossible, not even getting call backs. I have decided that I have pretty much made enough mistakes in my life that its getting near the irreversible point and am looking to end my life in as painless a way as possible. I […]
It seems that we are all over the world, and when I’m on the site
there is a flurry at different times of the day.
What part of the world are you in ?
Fuck it. It’s going to happen anyway. (Soon. After the hoilday’s) It will end. (me). So do i feel sad.? (yes) but i can not live like this. I’m hate in this.
I’m not here for this.
If i’m not enjoy in this.
All fled all done so lift me on the pyre.
The feast is over and the lamps expire
If anyone saw me or knew about my life they’d think how lucky I am. I’m in a steady relationship and have a roof over my head with loving family. Â I do have friends at school, and a lot of people tell me I’m pretty.
BUT;
That’s from the outside. No one knows anything about me from the inside. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I can’t talk to my christian family because they’ll just laugh it off as a joke. my boyfriend does understand me but he can’t do anything to help me. i can’t talk to anyone else because i’m afraid of what they’ll say […]
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