The last train comes in a few. I’m outside, my hands are turning blue. The blistering wind in my hair. So many voices in my head. None of them are telling me to stop anymore. I don’t care anymore. I’m comfortable with all of turmoil in my head. I’ve accomplished so much in my short life. Did everything I knew I could, though I had no help. Everything alone. I’m so so lonely. Maybe I should’ve did this sooner. Definitely. I guess I’ve finally succumbed to my loneliness. A symptom of loneliness is death, right? Is this going to hurt, those fleeting moments when death […]
Once upon a time, two emotionally dysfunctional people brought an Imp into this world. Kids weren’t really dad’s thing, and mom wasn’t at all certain about the care and feeding of an impossible girl. Maybe Imp was destined to crash from the start. She learned how to talk, and then she stopped. Just stopped. Wouldn’t even talk to her mother, and she was a total mama’s girl. When she got to preschool, she was behind other kids because of the whole not speaking thing. But she also just didn’t really fit in. Playing house seemed pointless. […]
Ever since I was born, I have always been a shy person. I would try to ignore my own feelings to help others. In fact, I was forced to at such a young age since my friends were all a few months younger than me. Therefore, since I was the eldest, I was the one who got reprimanded and to my young mind, did everything wrong. This idea was reinforced by my mother shouting at both me and my dad a lot. My dad and her yelled at each other every night. They tried to hide it from me, but I was a poor sleeper. […]
I tired of life of my family and I have no one they are never there for me and I’m sick of it I’m always confused and scared to die because of hell… But whats a quick way to die but nothing like stab myself in the gut just quick and easy
It’s a funny question.
I question myself if I am suicidal … I’m diagnosed with major depression impulse control disorder and anxiety. But when I got discharged from the hospital again my second time I was okay… But after a couple of weeks so many people weren’t there for me.. I feel no need to live, because I’m not important… I also don’t want to go back to the hospital again and I don’t want attention I’m just tired
I’m a loser , I am a loser in this cruel boring LIMITED real world , reality , real life .. !
I am a 33 years old Asian guy, who used to have so many beautiful hope & dreams ,
and many people have told me that I’m a smart, multi talent , very creative, & wise person
but now the more I see this cursed world, people, humans beings, and this reality, the more I lose hope in humanity , losing hope in human beings, and also lose hope in myself & my future
you see ,.. Reality / real world / real […]
I feel so many people abandon me… Thinking I want attention, but ever day I feel a little bit more certain to make the choice to kill myself . many people say….”you still have me” but they are never there for there word or me
As if I’ll open up to any of you anymore, you lying bastards who all said I was fine as me, better even, then turned your backs the moment I needed someone? I’d rather post anonymously on a site of suicidal people than trust any of you.
I need to provide for my girls, my cats, the only two living creatures to love me unconditionally. When that’s settled, it’s over. I will have peace. And you can celebrate my death all you want.
It’s time. I’m done.
An orange rots from the inside out. The outside may be in pristine condition, but upon cutting it open you may find nothing but mold.
Maybe that’s what’s been happening to my mind. My memory has been getting worse. My desire for life is diminishing even more, if that were possible. I’m starting to care less and less about the risk and consequence of my death. On the outside, however, I am as normal as can be to most people.
Yes, to most people. Other than the person who (sadly) saved me from death during my last attempt, most people involved had put it away, […]
Dear Mom,
No, I am not yet trying to commit suicide. Just not yet. Not here. Not in this winter. If I do it, I’ll do it right. I’ll do it at home. Our home. Our real home. Not here. So, chill, I’m still alive. Isn’t that explained why this post is called pre-suicide notes? Hah. I’m sorry mom. I’m sorry for being a failure. I’m sorry to disappoint you. I’m sorry I’ve been so wasted in this world. I’m sorry that I’m being like this. No, you did nothing wrong, mom. You’ve been a great mom. Yes you are. It is just me. I’m thinking […]
Being ignored by friends = Best thing ever. Though these days I can see why, I’d get the hell away from me too if I could. Yes, I sound like a passive aggressive brat.
No, I don’t really give a damn at the moment. I’m just busy glaring at said friend on Facebook and wanting to hit them.
I’m wanting to hit everyone, honestly. I’m tired and frustrated and perilously close to giving up for good, in the most permanent way I can manage, because nothing helps.
A couple friends have tried, and I thank you, and I love you, and you don’t deserve to put up with […]
i’m drifting away from my life and i don’t fucking care that i’m drunk at 2 in the morning on a school night again because i don’t even panic about this anymore and why should i? people are more surprised if i’m at school for once than if i’m away for a week. i can’t throw up anymore because i don’t eat and if i try to vomit i just end up coughing up blood and mucus. i just want to be perfect and clean and being perfect by my own standards is all that concerns me now. it makes no sense because i’ve only […]
This could be a trigger so I ask people who have tendencies to skip this.
I would just like to ask for opinions, thoughts, anything. So if anyone would like to reply, please go ahead. This is not a post about hope but about suicide.
I am 21, I am far from being young and I am far from having what you would call a hard life. I have a degree from uni, I have a roof above my head and all that shit. Yet I still want to die, there is nothing for me to live for. i am a waste of space to everyone around […]
so i didnt sleep last night
and i feel kinda energized
manic again i guess
talked to my friend online from egypt all morning
she’s fine she said just a agruement with her guy i heard
sounded more like fighting to me
but whatever.
i’m sure whenever i lay down and be still i’ll go to sleep
however i dont really feel like it.
i am curious about how long i can stay awake now
everytime i sleep i have wonderful sometimes scary dreams
i wish i could stay asleep for….ever though
but i guess being awake is a high too.
http://suicideproject.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Cry-Little-Sister2.mp3
by: seasons after
cry little sister cover
BONES
BY Khalila Divinity
ANOTHER SLEEPLESS NIGHT
MY MIND AND I FIGHT
OVER THINGS THAT SHOULD BE OTHERWISE UNIMPORTANT.
“SHE” CROSSES MY MIND AND I DONT KNOW WHY
I ARGUE, BUT THE VISONS MY MIND SPEAKS ARE HAUNTING.
REPETATIVE. MY STOMACH CHURNS AND I TURN AGAIN TO ONE SIDE.
I LAY ON MY BACK NOW, ON MY COUCH.
BECAUSE THE BED GIVES ME NIGHTMARES.
NOW WISHING I LAID IN, I’D WELCOME THOSE DARK DREAMS, AS LONG AS I GOT SOME SLEEP.
TOO LATE NOW,LESS THAN 30 MINUTES BEFORE THE ALARM SCREAMS.
WHY DO I FEEL SO DIRTY NO, I WANT TO SAY DISTURBED…UNEASY.
I WANT TO […]
I’m 25 years old in a couple of weeks, and I have absolutely nothing to show for my life. I have no job, no experience, no skills. I’m still a a virgin, have never been kissed properly, never had someone who loves me. I don’t even have anyone who even cares about me all that much. No parents because they died when I was a child, no other family because they emotionally abused me all throughout my life and then disowned me. Only four friends. Two of which don’t even bother to talk to me unless I remind them I still exist. I feel invisible. […]
Sorry this ia written cappy
Hi my name is ezequiel and i am 14 years old and suicidal and i just wanna share my veiw on life.when i was 1-3 my parents brought me to arizona i lived with my mom,dad,and sister.Around the first few months that we moved here my dad began abuseing hard drugs like coke and lots of other drugs he would come home all druged out and abuse me and my sister(she was about 6 or 7)and he would cut my mom with knifes he was always like this.We were really poor my mom got a job at pizza hut and my […]
Ive thought about it long and hard! I have this plan running away!! killing myself!! Should i? let me explain!
Age 9-I was taken away from my dad and moved to Ohio
House 1- My mom sister(Aunt) It was horrid..My cousin took a knife to my throut and i got beat for it, that was the last day i was there.
House 2- was my other aunts house and we got in a huge fight and she moved out.. we sleft on the floor all through christmas and for my 10 birthday
House 3- An apartment with just me and my mom, i was left home alot, she worked […]