My Suicide Note

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DEATH SOMETIMES WALKS ON PADDED FEET

  May 5th, 2018 by s.h45@yahoo.com

 

When death is so near, sometimes it walks on padded feet, strumming the ground like a guitarist, rhythmically – louder – softer, then with fingers on the wood, tap, tap… tap, tap. The sound is everywhere, no one can hear it but the poor fuck.   It builds and then suddenly subsides, then as each pebble of doubt and every dark word is cast into the waters of his mind, the song builds again on each ripple.   Inside his head each wave combines with the last, getting larger and larger. With the sound of the pebbles dropping into the water, cast by each tap, tap… tap, …

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How to write an effective suicide note.

  May 3rd, 2018 by Heh

I’m going to do it I just need to know how to let people down easy. I really can’t stay here. Any ideas on what to write for my mom would be amazing. Thank you!

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This would probably my last message…. Goodbye

  May 3rd, 2018 by playtuosodark16

I have no idea how to start or where to start. This letter suppose to give you answer/s why I did that. I hope it would. As you are reading this, I hope you can feel my presence by your side. And as you proceed, I can tell that you’re already holding my hand, I hope you won’t let go because I will lead you to this journey of mine. From how it all started and how it ended. It is not easy, it is

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For the kids

Tuesday May 1st 2018 Koralie. Or Koraly. Or Korallie. That’s your sister’s name, Maggy. I like Koralie better. I want to see you both. A lot. I’m not doing well now. I took how many pills? I feel pathetic. Manilla asked me how I do it. She’d kill herself if she were me. If only […]

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Who are you now?

  April 21st, 2018 by mranony

I don’t know anymore.

I didn’t bother what the doctors said about my mind.
I disagreed and I denied the evaluations. All that matters is what I know.

I bothered what people said about my mind.
They mocked. They joked. They sarcastically accept what you have.
But I don’t know where the line overlaps.
So, I sarcastically accept I’m a normal edgy emotional fuck.

I am a normal edgy emotional fuck.

I just want to die without labels but some sort of clarification would help.

Do all humans crave death? I guess in a certain part of our life, it does become a norm.

Do we have to have a labeled illness to kill …

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Reality is boring ! Real life is boring ! Real world is boring ! Humanity/Mankind must move beyond money & politics for real progress !

  April 14th, 2018 by niki

Reality is boring, Humanity/Mankind must move beyond money & politics for real progress.

Although technology have been progressing rapidly nowadays, yet sadly in many aspects, Humanity/Mankind/Society still have slow progress; Everyday is still the same day & problems over and over again repeatedly.

I believe that in order to make a real progress for Humanity / Mankind, we must quickly focus & do the followings:

1) We must move beyond money & politics. It is outdated. A lot of problems in this world today basically stems from these two root causes (& also superstitions especially in religion, as well as in Ignorance & Stupidity due to failure in …

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The Inherent Humor in Self-Sabotage

  April 2nd, 2018 by AKidWithAName

You know what’s attractive about a self-sabotaging, incessantly angry, overly-formal asshole?  Yeah, me neither.  Looking back on my day, all I can see is me screwing up every single piece and part of my day. Not little fuck ups either. No, of course not. That would be forgivable and we all know I’m far beyond any kind of forgiveness. Instead, I not only ruined my day, but fucked up the lives of those around me. That’s right, folks! I’m a goddamn irredeemable piece of shit!

You know what’s funny?  I can’t stand the thought of anyone loving or even liking me.  It’s an absolutely abhorrent thought …

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to dad

  March 26th, 2018 by sleeprii

i really hate calling you that. dad. you don’t act like one. i swore to myself five years ago that i would never call you dad or tell you that i love you ever again, yet i did, because you scared me. but i never meant it. what you did, i can never fucking forgive you. she was my best friend. we were only eleven years old. she saw you as a father, she trusted you, she trusted me and you took that away from me. i remember coming to school the next morning. it was a monday morning, and she pulled me aside before class started …

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Letter 1: To my Stepfather

  March 24th, 2018 by IMDeadInside

I don’t know why, but you never seemed to give two sh*ts about me. You always cared about yourself and always expected everyone else to be perfect. No one ever measured up to your high standards. You always thought you were right about everything and that your way of doing things was the only way. You were a coward and a bully, my personal tormentor all these years. My very first memory of you was not one of a loving father, it was of you taking personal enjoyment for beating me over something that wasn’t even my fault. I tried so hard over the years …

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Going Blind

  March 22nd, 2018 by ShesAnAcid

This is my first time writing here and also writing about this so openly. I don’t know where do I start, but I do know when will all of this ends, very soon actually. I’m on the edge now which isn’t so very surprising considering there are about millions who are like me too, some, worse than me. It saddens me that I’m just one of those millions who suffer like this, that I’m only a part of some statistics scientists conduct every year. That I’ll never be someone, I’ll just be a part of something bigger. And soon, no one will remember that I …

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Not sure what to say?

  March 20th, 2018 by NotGoneSoonEnough

Most people looking into my life would think I have everything, A happy marriage, 4 beautiful children, a good education and a decent job but….. My happy marriage is anything but happy. We’ve been together 15 years, literally half my life. He says he loves me but his actions prove otherwise. He recently reported me to police saying I was selling the pain meds I got from a doctor. Not true. Well, now police are saying I could go to prison for 20 years. I can’t prove I didn’t do this but Florida law says just having a script filled is trafficking. For the past month, I …

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I Want To Fly Mommy

  March 20th, 2018 by AestheticKing

I’m only 16

I should be writing

Love Letters

Not suicide notes

 

I’m only 16

I should be drawing

With pencils

Not with razors

 

I’m only 16

I should be wanting

To go out with friends

Not wanting to be dead.

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  March 19th, 2018 by Unsheard

if i killed myself tonight who would really care?

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Barely Broken Wings

  March 7th, 2018 by XLondonDeathX

I have no friends. Nobody cares, if I was starving or if I was in mourning

Blood dries up. Tears do too. I have nothing, & no one cares, or is even wondering.
I hate myself enuff to cry about it daily.
I love them all so much, they’re the only pains that faze me.
I want it to be over soon. So there will be less pain.
But, my pain grows, & what was strong weakens with each day.
I’m a failure for my past, & yet each day I really try.
By the day’s end, to the distant moon I cry.
Filling the

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A poem…..

  March 7th, 2018 by flutterby

Death comes in many forms. I see it all around me. It’s lying in each others arms, and you haven’t even found me. It’s taking on my soul and left my poor heart pounding. I am losing all control. Have you come to find me drowning?

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Because I smile when I can see your smile Because Im breathing when I can see you live Without you Im dead inside The death is no different with what I feel without you If I can switch my life with you I would love too Ill be happy to die first Than seeing you […]

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Still not dead. Wish I was.

  March 6th, 2018 by johnwhogivesashit

My story has gotten quite a bit worse since last May and my last post. Still on felony probation. I managed to fail upward and drop dirty for weed on another like 5 tests in the last year. Got a PTR for it. Been fighting that since December. The judge was actually a sorta decent human being and told me to stop getting high and he would let me complete my probation. Asking me to stop getting high is like asking me to stop breathing. So I quit weed and started snorting dope. Heroin… I got in a car accident a while back so …

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My Story….

  March 1st, 2018 by Gracie

FIrst thing first please DO NOT leave a comment saying “It’s just a boy get over it.” or anything in that category because I wouldn’t make tell you something to make you feel like your problem(s) you may be having less daunting all of our problem(s) are a big deal to us…and I would like it if you would make mine seem smaller than it is..cause it may not be big to you but it’s huge to me.

Okay…My name is Gracie,i’m 14 years old about to turn 15 in 5 months.My life has had it’s up and downs,just like the rest of you.I just can’t …

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I was doing well, but now i just don’t want to.

  February 28th, 2018 by ComeTheVoid

Ever since I was 14, i’ve been depressed and wanted to kill my self. In year 12, I started getting better, I got closer to my friends and I was happier. When I started uni, I got worse, I was anxious, my family were cold, distance, and always had something to complain about. That’s when i started cutting myself. Then, for the last few months it’s been up and down. I was getting better, happier, closer to my friends, spending more time with them and talking to them when ever i felt down.
But now, I…I just don’t want to. I just don’t want to live …

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A calming place

  February 20th, 2018 by ataria-coronaria

Woke up some time after 4pm again for the millionth time in a row when I could have been productive today. I know over sleeping makes your body feel worse but I just can’t will myself out of bed until I absolutely have to. Because of this, I eat one meal a day at most (the term meal used loosely).

Thinking about a commenters words of finding a calm place. I’m not really sure I have one. Sometimes sleep can be freeing, but tbh I am often plagued by reoccurring nightmares of traumatic experiences and will cry in my sleep. I never really feel well rested …