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A quote for when I am sad. Helps me not cry in public… T_T 

  March 21st, 2011 by RogueShadow1281

Ryan Smithson, Ghosts of War, quoted.

” I comptemplate crying, but that seems useless. What does crying ever really do for us? It doesn’t solve our problems. It doesn’t solve problems. It doesn’t make us run faster or shoot better. If anything, crying only delays our solutions to the problem.” 

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A dream of the love of my life who broke my heart by saying no…

  March 21st, 2011 by RogueShadow1281

(I use the notes section of my iPhone like a journal… I love this dream, wish I could sleep and re-dream it…)

Today, I had another dream about Nycolle. I don’t feel angry, or annoyed, but slightly happier. 
  It started out random, I was walking through a mall and ended up naked, then wore my blanket I was sleeping in an hour ago. I ended up at a game store, buying a random game, my mom came through the door took the game and disappeared. I walked with another naked dude and we talked, don’t remember, but I ended up having clothes on and went to his …

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My note to my cousin if I ever suicide or she goes back to Chicago… (it’s incomplete I haven’t updated…

  March 21st, 2011 by RogueShadow1281

Jasmine, you are an amazing girl and I wish I could stay on this planet, and be with you, but like everything I wish for. It is just a dream, a wish. I wish we could be together and I hope this place really is Hell because it’s the worst place ever. Theonly thing I wonder is why someone like yourself that’s so divine would be in a shithole like Earth. You are a beautiful and brilliant diamond in this shit. Why do you have an abusive, drugged, alcoholic dad and such a shitty life. I wish I could be with you at all times …

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Suicidal Army

  March 21st, 2011 by RogueShadow1281

we should ban together, instead of killing ourselves. Fight as mercenaries and since we’re suicidal then we won’t fear death and hopefully all die in a battle. Grab weapons (even though most of us want to end it right there when we get the guns) and kill. Fight in Iraq as a team of soldiers. Or become martyrs for some cause. Go to the extreme to show our support and be remembered for something other than the outcast who couldn’t fit in the puzzle called life.

I, as a leader, will fight alongside you to eradicate whoever stands in our way. I would be able …

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Just Another Statistic..

  March 21st, 2011 by Skrattt315

I’ve been through it all. I’m not kidding. Sit down and read this. I’m not a fake. I’m 15 years old and surprised as hell that I made it past 13. Since I was 12, I’ve been through rapes, murders, suicides, jails, hospitals, addictions, heartbreak,prostitution, eating disorders, honestly, everything. (If I left something out that you’re struggling with, let me know.) I’m currently still cutting. And I just got out of Juvenile Hall about 3 weeks ago, for the fifth time. The last time I cut was yesterday. I’ve thought about suicide everyday for the last 4 years. I wake up and think of ways to die. I

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All for you.

  March 17th, 2011 by snoochiez

Images burnt into the mind,
The scar leaving what’s behind,
Taking once what was mine.

I see a dark gloomy future of the past,
Asking myself if this will ever last,
Stuck in this endless void,
Within it is my trapped joy.

Screaming louder,
Not even you can hear,
Digging to find a single tear.

If you see me laugh,
Will you call me insane?
I’m just stuck inside this brain.
Is it so hard to ask for?
Your love?
My pain?
I love you.
No matter how much it rains.

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the poison of blood

  March 14th, 2011 by darkbloodsuicidalhoe69

the poison of blood
oh my wonderful drug
of poisonous blood
of pain

as i take the knife
all my tools are here

digging in deeper
clawing at the skin

i take a shaking hand
scarred , bruised and dripping crimson

i smile weakly at the long,sharp,claws

and dip them into my throat
as i try to rip out my life

any decency i once had…

its the poison of blood..
as it drips down my neck

i swirl my fingers around, dyeing them in scarlet

i lick the blood and tears

i want more

i want more…

i want it to be over

and too be never ending pools of poison

as i grab the knife…

i want more poison of blood…
i want …

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  March 14th, 2011 by RogueShadow1281

Let me rant on again…
I’m a 16 year old male from California. That should do you enough good, right?
This planet, this beautiful (or my image of the paradise it was portrayed as) earth inhabited by life. Also inhabited are evil, greedy humans. They are parasitic creatures that prey on this planet’s resources and each other. I fully understand that there are good people, who make you think different, but think about the majority of the people, the evil, vile creatures. These people deserve to suffer, but why not let them suffer without me. I would much rather be dead than to suffer, but I …

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Alone and She Doesn’t Know

  March 10th, 2011 by SweetEmotions

I wrote this when I had cut myself the night before even though my girlfriend didn’t want me to. She didn’t know yet that I’d cut when I wrote this:

Sitting all alone
The emptiness inside me threatens to consume me.
The sting in my open wounds keeps me feeling
The bleeding doesn’t hurt
It’s knowing I made you cry that burns
Tears ooze out of the corner of my eyes
Acid burning my skin
I know I let you down
I know you’re angry
At least you would be if you knew
I’m sitting here alone and bleeding.

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  March 7th, 2011 by Rocky90

Somewhere out there

While everybody else celebrates

There’s someone who won’t

He’ll go and visit a lonely place

In his favorite woods

Where he can sit down

and be all alone

Then he’ll listen to music of heart

And he’ll drink

and play with razors

So he can cry blood

For noone to see

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Blood flows

  March 5th, 2011 by Rocky90

Blood flows where tears dry

I cannot stop this

I cry blood

I hold this between my fingers

My reliever, my redeemer

My best friend

My only friend…

How do I describe

this splendor of pleasure?

…as i slide it

and apply pressure

Atlast I found it

A way out of this pain

Where talking fails…

where tears dry…

The blood flows

…and saves

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Nothing you can do

  March 4th, 2011 by Rocky90

You’ve pushed me

You’ve forced me

You’ve tempted me

To live like you and be your son

Just for your convenience


You’ve violated my free-will

You’ve strapped me down

You’ve tried to break my mind

To uphold your sick principles

Just to preserve life at any cost (even soul’s death)


Do you know how fragile you are?

Behind this mask

When all your anti-choice morals are broken down

you are nothing but insecure vultures


Now you’re going to pay

Cause I’m praying for the end of the world

And I’m praying for earthquakes

I wanna see the floor

Beneath your feet give way

And release all your prisoners


Now you will face it

You’ve failed on me

Ever considered love?

But its too late now (for i am …

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True Cry

  March 3rd, 2011 by LonelyEyesOfLostness

Her Lips, His Ear
Her Pain, His Tear
Both Taken Away From All Love Ever Known
Both Have No Place To Call A Home.
So As They Fade Into The Abyss Of The Night
She Struggles In The Noose She Wrapped So Tight.
He Stays By Her Side Just As Blood Trickles From His Veins,
Not Even Love From A True Cry,
Could Cure Their Pains.

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  February 27th, 2011 by RogueShadow1281

My demise… I wish there was something I could do to be remembered, but I am just lost. I wasted so much precious time playing video games, going to school, all that crap. That doesn’t mean I’m already past all that. I’m still wasting time. Wish I could go down with a bang, but I won’t, unless I suicide with a pistol of some sort. Hopefully a Colt… Or maybe a Revolver, just so my neighbor will remember how his favorite gun killed someone he knows. Ha, anyways I want to live and die fighting. I want to lead an army of outcasts(or some army) …

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Gone by July

  February 26th, 2011 by SuicideIsTheOnlyWay97

She watches as her life passes
her past haunts her dreams
her arms covered in gashes
in her head she screams
cutting deeper
as the tears roll down
her future falls to ashes
its happiness she seeks
as the blade cuts her heart weakens
as the floor creaks her heart races hiding her evidence
putting things back in their places
the door opens but all they see is a lie
fake smiles and long sleeves
why doesnt anyone see?
that I could be gone by July

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a poem

  February 23rd, 2011 by girliemo20


 she sits behind the glass wanting whats on the inside

licking her dry lips wishing for just a taste

nose pressed on the glass making it foggy and warm

leaning back watching the dew drip off the window

breathing on the windown again foggin it up just eunf

holding up one finger to the glass she writes

moving fast before the fog fades

shivering slowly getting up an turns around to …

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a glimpse of hope

  February 9th, 2011 by apfriedm

I have just recently found this website. I navigated around on it a little and decided to make an account. For now I don’t want to share my full story but maybe one that will help bring at least a little hope to some people out there.

Ever since I was younger I had depression issues. I remember the times where the worst when I was probably in 8th or 9th grade. It got to the point where I would play games with myself, I convinced myself that no one cared about me and therefor my existence was pointless. I would go to school and actually …

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  February 5th, 2011 by notoveryet

Can you lable what I have become?

I am everything you know shouldn’t be

Watch me, as I slip further

Can you see the emptiness ahead?

If your rope could reach me, would you pull me in?

Observe me in this ocean of despair

Am I a waste of flesh and bone?

An existence of suffering is not a life

I am but Dead wood drifting away

Falling further behind the pack

This runner is out of the race

Don’t look back as I fade away.. A loser from the start

To push on through this purgatory

Leave this pain and emptiness

Onwards,  the other side of mystery and uncertainty awaits

Fear and anxiety won’t alter my course

As nothing unknown …

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So it seems that my dream is impossible

  February 3rd, 2011 by Nobody Today

So i go to this school where everyone’s white cept me.

They all come from doctors and lawyers.

Listen to music like Justin Bieber and Britney Spears.

I like soul and Chrisofer Drew.

So today the teacher asked me what we wanted to be.

White boy in the front: I want to be a doctor

White girl in the front: I want to be a therapist.

White boy in the middle: I want to be a pro basketball player.

Finally it’s me.

Me: I want to be a tattoo artist.

Snickers and stares.

Teacher calls my mom. Mom shouts at me.

“Do you think a girl like you could ever do something as dirty as that?”


“What’s so …

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Crazy is normal

  January 31st, 2011 by MyChoice

Lying down
Faint light shining through the window
Our star’s light is altered by our water, floating through the air
And yet science explains it all, as normal
People say no to the world, they must be crazy
People put man on the moon, that’s normal

Thinking of how to end ones life
Then to be hit with scathing criticism
“Your crazy” they scream
Meanwhile a butcher severs a chickens head
And a fellow being cuts open a living person to save them
Yet all this one is doing, is saying “no thanks” to the world…
“Free me, to another”

– MyChoice

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