For your poems.
Just in case I die tomorrow, I’m going to live today.
Before I post this please everyone understand I’am at a point in my life where I just don’t know so please don’t judge me – I don’t judge others as each person I believe has the right to do what is best for them in life.
My name is Sammi,I’m 32 years old I live in the UK.I have had a few heartaches in my life and I’m left today with a question mark in my head..do I want to carry on in my life where I can only see it spiral out of control or do I do what I feel is the best option […]
Does it matter if I die? Take it as it is, death will come, no matter what, everyone will succumb.
I gave up a long time ago. I let death win. Now it’s my time to go.
Either way, the stuggle’s within. You can fight yourself, and let the devil win. That’s where I’m at, knocking on the floor, waiting for hell to open up and swallow me once more. The pain can’t get worse, and it’s all I know. I guess we’ll see tonight, how far I can go.
Okay, so I’m writing a book. It’s going to be one of those depressed suicidal teen books. But better because it’s written by me, someone who’s going through the same stuff and some different stuff than a lot of you. I just started writing today. I want to try to get it published when it’s finished. I’m really passionate about this. There’s so many books that bullshit you about what it’s actually like. They don’t include the voices, the cutting, the demons, the suicide attempts. Comment on this and tell me if you’d read it. Thank you <3
I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to be. But why should I, if I’m not happy?
Please take this with you, & also pass it on to others.
“Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise people at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good people, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the […]
The author’s son, Michael, took his own life in 1969 at the age of 26, after a nearly decade-long struggle with some vaguely defined mental illness. Some of his psychiatrists (referred to not by name but by the appellation “Dr. First” “Dr. Second” “Dr. Third” etc. — there were eight), called it schizophrenia. It looks more like schizoaffective disorder or bipolar to me, but who knows. The point is, in spite of various different […]
I know it’s not my place
To tell you what you’re doing wrong
Sometimes I think about your face
And there’s times that I don’t think of you at all
So tell me you need me and I will stay
You believe me and I will wait
That you’d come back for me every time I fall
In your heart there’s just no place
There’s no room to make a mistake
And with one wrong turn you would never make it home
I know you would never say
What I did that made you feel so small
Spent the whole year on my face
Now with a […]
some of us, they are visible
but no one seems to care
some of us, its deep within
all the tears we hold in
some of us come home to abuse
scarred to face the back of his hand
some of us go home to the blade
and as the blood drips down our arms
we think of the life we are set to live
some of us can change it
finally speak up
some of us can only wait
living day by day
some of us cry to sleep
the gental breeze
wind in her hair
i recognize her scent
as she passes by
she does not know that i am here
her laugh and smile
and her bright eyes
but i only watch her
never tell her my name
i sit next to her in every class
her sneeze is just beautiful
and so is she
she is my happyness
she is my reason to stay
i love her, but she will never know
as the blackness blankets this side of the world
fear creeps into my mind
my nightlight dosent protect me
from the monster in my head
he only comes at night
when everyone is asleep
to feed his guilty pleasure
he creeps upon me
i feel him at the end of my bed
coming from underneath
i know not to scream
or ill find a pillow taking my last breath
i pretend to be asleep
 close my eyes as tight as i could
soon it would be over
and […]
i lay awake day dreaming
i cant close my eyes
im afraid to sleep
thats where he haunts me now
if i drift off, im tossing and screaming
arms tied up, no way out now
his body pressed against mine
i cant seem to scream loud enough
does anyone hear my cry for help
i pant for one last breath
then he disappears
perhaps to his own room
smile across his face
oh how evil he was
then id lay in my pool of blood
wait until he […]
terrified
 sit and cry
wishin you would die
askin why?
 brain damaged, fried
 feelings concealed inside
heart has been stabbed with a knife
 unbearable pain,amplified
no reason to try
 lifes full of lies
 let out a sigh
 loosen your tie
 pop pills to get high
 anger burns within
 like a lighter thats been lit
 try to forget
 memories surpressed
 being hit,
wrists are slit
 hopeless, frantic fits
get dropped to the floor, sit
 seems simple to quit,
 love? not a bit
