For your poems.
just wanna say hey im here and hi!
For your poems.
just wanna say hey im here and hi!
My suicide attempt was in March of 2006. I have completely recovered physically and for the most part mentally. I currently attend a Christian university. I feel God saved me from my suicide. I still run into problems. When I try to share with other Christians my testimony they feel turned away by it. As a result I don’t feel accepted.
I have friends outside of school, people that have known me since grade school and those that have been friends with me since before I started college. My friends outside of college accept me because I what I have been through. That is sad because […]
If you were to find me
Dead in my bed tomorrow,
My suicide note would be
The broken heart of a little girl
Abused & judged by her father.
If you were to find me
Hanging by a rope tonight,
My suicide note would be
Something stolen from an innocent girl,
Something she can never regain.
If you were to find me
Pouring rivers of crimson on the floor,
My suicide note would be
A lifetime of tears shed
Over dreams long lost & forgotten.
If you were to find me now,
Dying one second at a time
My suicide note would be,
The only wish I never lost,
“I wish it would just end.”
Swallow Swallow Swallow
Innocent you think,
Swallow Swallow Swallow
The pills make you sink,
Swallow Swallow Swallow
Your eyes flutter shut,
Swallow Swallow Swallow
“Why didn’t she just cut?”
I have a new addiction
Its odd
Intead of cutting
(which is now my 2nd addiction)
I just wanna take pills
The feeling is just so amazing
I am so lost and every day is a struggle. I have been suffering from deppression all my life and I am now 28 and a married mother.
what has kept me going is the thought of how my family would fare without me but it’s starting not to work. Recently someone has started stalking my husband and I, whomever it is is convinced I’m ruining my husbands life and I feel like this may finally be the last straw. The only people who love me are my husband and kids so I’m trying to hold on especially for my husband because he lost his dad […]
If money was never invented
And everyone was so called nice
There would be less depression.. And alot less stuff
Why can’t we just give
The only rule in this world
Is that we have to die
With enough naivety
We could enjoy the present
No, I’m not one of those
Who can live without any answers
Show me the end
Tell me what is our purpose
Are we stuck in this forever
I need to know
Cause what I feel is beyond anger
How could I possibly forgive the maker
Century of pain
Who put this blood into my veins
Useless puppets
Incomplete being
We are!
Corrupted angels
Useless puppets
We are living and dying
All playing the game
Of some entities’ gambling
Evolving for nothing
The result will be the same
I really can’t even find a reason to live anymore..
It seems my dream are braking into my reality
Sleep became my escape when life becomes to hard to bare
That my eyes glaze cold of death, blank stare
that inside is dead
There is no soul looking through the face , facing you
the life-mares makes the runing endless when your minds the enemy
Sometimes i wonder if it the world or just me,
Cause though i feel betrayed by socitey the people around me seem to surive much better then me.
It make’s me feel hopeless that no one feels they should die , and escape with the lost souls
The more i […]
It’s been three days. I have been much happier, new things have happened, but still I like the idea of everything looking gloomy and dead throughout our [The Suicide Project Pessimistic Humans] (if we can call ourselves human). Among us is people with the worst lives, the most fucked up minds (including myself and Rogue). We have many different mental/psychological/social and whatever things that they [family,friends,doctors,anyone] calls disorders. What it really is…. Is us…….
Rogue Shadow is the conscious in my head. The one that shows me the way to the light. He helps me and speaks to me. Though, I don’t hear him anymore. He […]
It’s been three days. I have been much happier, new things have happened, but still I like the idea of everything looking gloomy and dead throughout our [The Suicide Project Pessimistic Humans] (if we can call ourselves human). Among us is people with the worst lives, the most fucked up minds (including myself and Rogue). We have many different mental/psychological/social and whatever things that they [family,friends,doctors,anyone] calls disorders. What it really is…. Is us…….
Rogue Shadow is the conscious in my head. The one that shows me the way to the light. He helps me and speaks to me. Though, I don’t hear him anymore. He […]
It creeps out at night,
slowly unravels the tightly guarded hatred.
Wide-awake.
Replaying each scenario. A picture show of loathing.
These feet have made some wrong turns.
These hands have let go.
A burden of guilt has nestled in this rib cage.
Hidden. For no one.
Memories burn this face with shame. Awkward
silence.
Better off dead. They whisper. Someday.
By day- perfection.
Graceful. Elegant. False.
I lost my father, my best friend, May 12 2010 — life has and never will be the same. I’m surviving but it’s a struggle each and every day… I would have gladly taken on his pain. Even if you think no one cares, someone does. I don’t even know you…and I care, I love you for the simple fact that you are a human being as am I. There is hope, there is a brighter day… you just have to hold on. Sending positive vibes to all those who read this. However long the night, the dawn will break.
“Forces beyond our control can take […]
This is a poem I found online a while back… and I edited to fit. I am not sure of the author.
“A gun shot rang out in the afternoon hours of May 12, 2010… where there was no one to hear or at least, acknowledge.
But that bullet ended the day and began… the long sleep of my father, my best friend.
I tried to find a note, I tried to find the bullet, I looked and looked. I thought it was important to find something, anything… And then one day I realized that I had found the bullet, it was lodged in my heart.
This bullet can […]
Before my mom knew that I cut,
Since I was in the bathroom or my room for so long
She thought I was taking naked pictures of myself & some other stuff
She checked my phone and my faacebook
Believe it or not mom, but I don’t send naked pictures of myself
Not like you do
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