she had big doe eyes
the colour of emeralds
her lips like blood
quivering and shaking
darling as she may
she never wanted to see the day
where she woke up
after she tried to end it all
-e.m.
she had big doe eyes
the colour of emeralds
her lips like blood
quivering and shaking
darling as she may
she never wanted to see the day
where she woke up
after she tried to end it all
-e.m.
at twilight
you came to me
with glistening cheecks
& red eyes
gasping
trying not to cry
you hid new scars
under long hair
as you tilted your head down
because you don’t want
them to see you
you’re crying too hard
i think you don’t realize
how much i love you
you’re a train wreck, miss
but you try so hard
to fix your messed up life
but i want you to know
that it’s not your fault
you didn’t do this to yourself
sweetheart;
at twilight you came to me
with thin hair
& an empty stomach
ribs sticking over
and a spine sinking low
-e.m.
can you imagine                                                                                                          can you imagine
a boy so alone                                                                                                               a girl so alone
he only had his thoughts                                                                               nobody knew the real her
a boy so sad                                                                                                             a girl so broken
that he no longer thought there
was a point                                                                                                she made her scuffed up
to this thing                                                                                                                       party shoes
look like they had never
called life                                                                                                                          been worn
a boy so full of love                                                                                                    a girl so in love
that no one returned                                                                                                      with this boy
except for one                                                                                          that when people asked her
which he didn’t even realize                                                                                  “oh what’s wrong”
she told them
‘someone stole my heart’
-e.m.
Why does the world hurt?
I look upon others, and I see all the hurt
I tell myself that it’s gone; but that is an outrageous lie
Why are they still hurting; I ask myself.
My parental instincts go forth to thee;
And I try to protect those that hurt by feeling their pain for them;
but if anything they writhe in agony more.
Why do people have to hurt other people?!
Why do adults hurt children? Why do adults hurt adults?!
Why do some not have morals in their lives…
I read all of the pain and suffering
I read of all the murders and crime. I hear of all the struggles.
I cry and pray. […]
I’m dead. I don’t seem dead, I can breathe and taste food and smell flowers, and I don’t look dead but I AM DEAD. My mind has turned into decay, bit by bit it’s crumbling to dust. A lunatic lives inside here, a scavenger that feeds upon my decaying soul.
I look in the mirror and I don’t see my silhouette anymore, all I see is this thing that’s consuming me and my shadow behind it like a forgotten whisper of who I was once upon a time. I’ve shredded everything that has made me once me, my faith and my imagination are gone and […]
My teacher gave my class an assignment where we write to our future selves in five years it can be about anything, I’m sure going to cry when I write it.. so much has happened to me I just hope my letter is going to be positive, this has kind of inspired me to write my story on here
I just wanna say Wow. And I wanna hold my breathe and I wanna pinch myself cause I must be dreaming. Today my mom tried to choke me, and my sister broke it up. We called the cops and my mom was charged with Agrivated Assault and Domestic Violence and will be attending court Monday or Tuesday morning. After and during this thing is over she will never be eve to see me again. And also there was enough picture take , my neck was bruised. So minus my neck Im proud to say things are looking up   higurashi no naku koro ni dear […]
Just told my ex, that’s also my best friend, that I’ve lied to him. Luckily he wasn’t mad at me, actually, he understood it. I was really glad with that. But the thing I really wanted was not saying it to my ex. That I shouldn’t done it, because I never lied to him. That’s what I really wanted, but it’s not the truth. I have so much regret of all the times I lied to him, my parents or anyone else that’s close to me. I have lied so much that it almost felt like my life was a lie. I’m trying to lie […]
Wake up.
Breathe in.
Exhale.
Begin.
Is this how you choose to end?
I found this site and I decided to post a bit of poetry that I wrote a few weeks ago. Â I guess the best way to sum up my story is, well…
My parents divorced, I was bullied, became suicidal, nearly thought myself to death, turned to  religion for my survival, got out of religion, and found myself amongst the remains.
Today I mainly try to keep my friends alive while I sit and wait for a chance to actually do something. Luckily enough none of the people I know have committed suicide, and I guess […]
People tell me who to be all the time, but I’m not them. I don’t act like them, I’m so different, and I love that.
I don’t want to be society’s cookie cutter girl. I’m not a fucking stereptype who can be labeled. I’m me.
And my foster mother hates that. She wants me to be a pink princess. She wants me to marry prince charming. She doesn’t want me to even think about me having a princess charming. I’m bisexual, a tomboy, and messed up. I’m not her. She doesn’t want me to be unique. If I told her that my dream is to be a […]
Hello everyone ! I’m doing this project i call ‘Tell me your story’. I did a facebook page & a blogspot. But I need YOUR help to make this work.I want to provide a way for everyone to interact with each other. This is how it works. You tell me your story, I tell everyone else. You could be known or stay on anon. It’s all up to you. What matters is that your story will be heard. People will know that you exist. You will leave a trace that you once existed. You will help other not do the same mistakes you did or […]
I come here tonight to freely express my feelings and thoughts without the fear of being judged and with the hope that someone out there may understand. Okay ….let’s be honest, there’s still a shit load of fear, but I say fuck it.
I’m still having quite a rough time. My depression is weighing heavy in my head. Can barely lift it up. My isolation is at an all time high. The majority of my  “friends” are occupied anyway. I don’t feel like I have any true friends. But I’m sure my isolation had a big part in that. I just have no drive. I’m afraid […]
I constantly ask myself: “Why can’t I just be normal?” I mean, I can’t go to school, but normal people can. I can’t call to someone, normal people can. I’m afraid to be outside alone or in the dark, normal people aren’t afraid for that. There are so many things that I wish that they were the same as ‘normal’ people. But probably I can’t be normal, but it’s hard for me to accept that…
Life, why do you hate me? What did i ever do to you? Oh, that’s right. I exist. If life’s a b*tch then whats death? Is it our freedom? Wanna know what i think? I think that even if life is seriously f*ck*d up, death is only an easy way out. Doesnt mean it will stop me from wanting to die…
Life. Many people love life, others hate it. Death. Many people hate it, a few wish for it to come sooner rather than later. Dont you?
Life is a beautiful lie, while Death is the Painful Truth.
I understand when people want death to come, because sometimes I want […]
Ok, so i guess i have to tell you something about me. Well im 14, girl, puertorican. So here’s the story of a messed up girl. She was never normal, never sane. Where should i begin?
Ok, I guess we should start at the very beginning. Ever since i could remember, i always thought of death. How would it feel to take that huge knife in the kitchen and just stab myself in the chest. Yeah, call me crazy. but i did wonder how it would feel to see the blood coming out of me as a waterfall and to slowly feel my soul being taken […]
I just came out to my Dad tonight. I did not plan that at all. Came up totally unexpected. He came to talk to me because he noticed I was depressed and struggling and eventually things led to wanting to come out to him. I was so scared. I knew it was something I needed to do though. It took me so long to get it out. He’s a super conservative Catholic…so you can see why I would be scared shitless. He took it surprisingly calmly. But I don’t feel the relief I wish I had felt. I still feel like he doesn’t fully accept […]
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Regretfully I must admit that we have received thousands of similar requests from others wishing annihilation for themselves. And it is our policy to strike such targets in first come first served priority to ensure fairness.
Yours truly,
Kim “the Donger” Jong-un
I need ways to die within the next 45 mins please help!I know what im doing im not going to miss out on anything just please give me ways to die asap! Email me at darkerimagery@gmail.com
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I suffer from PTSD, OCD, and bipolar II. I’m also a FtM transgender person. My father died in 2009; I was only 20 and was his next of kin and had to to everything relate to the burial.
It took a toll on me. I didn’t even tell my doctor until 2010, when he put me on antidepressants.
The medication works, for the most part. But sometimes, my depression creeps back up again. It did that two years ago. I had pills stashed, I was ready to do it…
But then an anonymous person commented on a blog post of mine. It was just the first public post […]
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