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April 23rd, 2017by Addiictivetragedy

You used your words, I used my heart. I became unheard, you became a dart. I reached out, you pushed away. I started to doubt but I was forced to stay.
Growing a flower, supposed to be a blessing. but you had the power. And I was left stressing..
Far from family , no one but you,
Loss of gravity, my hatred grew.
You where supposed to be my happy ending, but this chapter was just beginning.
My flower blossomed, she is so beautiful, I became cautioned, you grew so pitiful. Yelling and abusing, but with no bruising. I tried to flee, your family didn’t agree.. threatened like a thief …

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Only now

Sitting here watching people through my window. They have thier yesterdays and tomorrows. Can’t help to compare myself with them. The only difference is is that all I have is now and I pray for no tomorrows. What a pathetic little person am I


To Sur, with Love

April 22nd, 2017by SweetQuietus

There ought to have been a better plan than, “I’ll end up where I am supposed to be”! There are plenty who have been superior navigators, planners, travelers–they knew how to calculate the needs, factor in the costs and contingencies. But here I sit on the side of the road, blankly ogling this map not able to decipher what I am seeing, while others better suited for the task are passing me, seeming to know who they are and where they are going, or perhaps just pretending to know.

Belief that I gave my life its terminal opportunity in attempting a final adventure, I sought …


So I’m crazy

April 21st, 2017by azuzu

They ask me tell them everything and now I’m crazy. I tell them about my sadness. I tell them about my self loathing. I tell them about my secret desires to be dead. I tell them about this black pit I’m in.

They tell me I’m crazy



What a joke, now I’m supposedly possessed? Witch lady says she sees something riding on my back. Bring on the voodoo doctors and things that go bump in the night. Maybe whatever it is will get the job done right and quick.


Freedom denied

April 20th, 2017by azuzu

Now I lay me down to sleep
Lord, I pray my soul you keep
I lean forward and push off the edge
I fall into a fog falling falling
With two downward thrusts I rise Above the fog. My wings are beautiful
I glide effortlessly through the clouds
Here is where I belong
Gliding effortlessly through the sky
Here I am powerful
Here I am hero
Here my dream is endless


Doesn’t give a fuck

My God sees me not My tears fall unchecked My screams go unheard Why am I damned? Why am I unforgiven? Why my god why?


The Nothing Man

Sleeps sweet release Sleeps sweet embrace Is death better? Will I dream in death? Can I be and do things unimaginable Can I be a man? Can I stop being the Nowhere man doing nothing for nobody? I will leap into the blackness It will take me It knows that I belong I don’t belong […]


My Road


A snippet

April 18th, 2017by Bluedreams

I feel the need to write here, because i’m back. back in this place I foolishly thought I could escape. I thought I could stop myself from drowning in my own head, but I can’t. I guess you could say this drop back into the abyss started with the first time I ever felt like this, but that’s another story for another time.

I feel this deep sorrow within myself, it always comes back. I find myself staring out the window at dawn, the soft pitter-patter of rain hitting the ground, the roof, and the trees. I find myself looking at the sky, which has a …



April 16th, 2017by noisefloor

The future isn’t some far off thing . Its right fucking now! And I could be waiting for things to get better and hoping for a better future for days, years, or months. Its a bunch of bullshit and everyone dies it doesn’t matter when you die as long as you do. There is nothing wrong with wanting to be in control of your death but also I get to die when I WANT to die. Because its MY life not my moms or my sisters or my grandparents or my friends life its MINE! and the only reason people want suicidal people to stay …



April 16th, 2017by fighting_alone94

I hate the holidays I’m like the next Scrooge no matter the holiday I always feel blue. Families gather and go hunting for eggs while I am alone sitting here in my bed. The hate that I build around this time of year is such an indescribable undesirable fear. I can’t stand the holidays I’m miserable you see. Because when this time comes around the only one here is me.



April 16th, 2017by noisefloor

they don’t hide under your bed.

they walk the streets with you.

they sleep under the same roof as you.

they live in your head.

and the ones who don’t believe in them

are the monsters.


I dream of death

April 14th, 2017by Broken_Masterpiece

I dream of death
Of it’s sweet release
Of that final breath
That will bring me peace

This pain inside
Has broken me
Ripped open wide
Yet none can see

I long for love
Maybe just a hug
I long for love
But not even a hug

I want to cry
Someone see me please
No matter how I try
The nightmare will increase

I dream of blood
Where knife will meet
And in that flood
My sorrow outwards bleed

Empty darkness
Envelop me
Make me feel less
And rescue me


Fucked Over by Public Schools

April 13th, 2017by kloudkat

I’m eighteen, I’m a senior in high school, and I’ve attended four different high schools, one for each year essentially. I’ve suffered from depression since I was eleven (due to childhood abuse), and during the beginning of my sophomore year, I suffered from my first severe flash back starting my downward spiral of PTSD and Major Depressive Disorder. During the fourteenth week of school that year, I was admitted into a private mental health facility for inpatient treatment. I was there for eight days, and right afterwards, I attended iOP which is intensive outpatient; it lasted for six weeks. So I was gone from school …


Depression cycle

April 12th, 2017by GrayXX

When people say it gets better I believe that to be a lie. I have been dealing with depression for most of my life and just when you get better shit comes up and drags me back the the darkness of my mind and chains me back up until I can get free then drags me back into a endless cycle. From my experience it is always a endless cycle of in and out of depression. And I’m sick and tired of fighting, I’m sick and tired of people telling me that it’s going to get better because for most of my life when it …


I was doing so well.

April 8th, 2017by 96530

I was doing so well. I was enjoying life more than I could have imagined for the last few months. I have great career prospects, excellent friends and a marvellous family but there’s that one thing missing, that one thing which will always be missing.


Sweet Nothings

April 8th, 2017by EyeOfHorus

The devil popped around today selling potions that’d help me forget you, Green Eyes. He said that they’d take away the memories but I think of you more than ever. I swear you were right here next to me, even moments ago. Where have you gone, my angel? You always leave so soon. Everytime I remember your face more vividly than I did the time before. Is it you I’m even swooning for? Is it even you whispering sweet nothings in my ear? Or have truly lost it…


SP’s Biggest Fan

April 4th, 2017by SeeSmith


I lost My eyes

April 3rd, 2017by Eddie.R

My eyes allowed me to see were I was heading. Without them I would fall into deep, cold holes but then my eyes showed me a path. I followed this path with dreams to keep going to see where it would take me. Yet something tragic has happened, implosive my eyes. I cant see where I’m going in life, and that means I cant see the bright side. I cant see what path is in front me. I cant see where I’m gonna be. I can see if there is even anything for me to keep going for. I cant see the bright side to …