For those who have survived suicide.
Just another battle I’m going through in my head. My head and my heart don’t know what they want…I’m tired of all the pain. Please God don’t let me wake up tomorrow. I just don’t know what to do anymore. Just take me out of this world and give my life to someone else who deserves it. I’m tired of living. I’m just in bad shape. 🙁
I was just thinking.
I came across this site and started reading some of these posts, and realised I’m not the only one who feels alone. ‘Im so scared of doing something stupid.
I’m writing a post on here because this is the only way i can get my thoughts out without the constant judgement. Today my mum woke me up so i could go shopping with her. I got all dressed up, I wanted to feel nice and i did. In the car on the way there i put my headphones in, and just looked at all the cars going past. Wishing i was […]
Sorry….this isn’t about a gun. It’s about how my mind is locked on self harm, and everyone else is loaded with words to makes me bleed. I don’t even know what I did to deserve any of this…I mean I guess I know not everyone is gonna like me, but I know not everyone has a right to hate me. I wish I didn’t have to say I was being bullied, that makes me seem weak, but the degrading words are killing me slowly…so maybe I am..weak..
I planned to kill myself, but then I found this website. I know no one is interested in my story, but I would like to learn about other people here. If I’m able to help one person in this lifetime I will be able to die happy.
I don’t understand. Why can’t society leave me alone. I’m titled as weak. I’m titled as helpless. I’m titled as many other names I won’t even mention by my peers. I was raped. This doesn’t seem fair. I’m tired of dealing with all the ridicule I receive every day. Will it ever end? Will society let me be happy one day? Why can’t they do it now? I don’t get it.
so i woke up in derford host… whate ill go back a bit so after i toke the pills and realisd that thay did shit and up chukt hafe i tryd to go to sleep but cos it was E’s i coudnt so i being the clever littel git i am i stade up and whent to school wher in the midel of a fight with a techer i go out like a light
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the wold was a verey big place at that time in my life i dreemd of things and people all mregd together in a bler of light and sownd i tort of people from here […]
Im sorry I can’t be perfect. I’m sorry I’m not happy. I’m sorry I was raped. I’m sorry I won’t eat. I’m sorry I cut. I’m sorry I won’t talk to anyone. I’m sorry I lie. I’m sorry you can’t tell I’m dying inside. I’m sorry I hide behind a smile.
It seems like it’s been that way for awhile now…me, hiding behind fake happiness. Trying to make everyone think I’m happy. But people have seen my cuts. People are starting to talk. They’re finding out, they’re gonna try to help me. I don’t want help.
So I’m really sorry.
I’m sorry I’m lost. I’m […]
well this fucking embarsing fan fucking tastic its now 00:13 and i toke the pills at 10:00 all iv don it up chuk and hit my head agnst the wall 100 times for trusting a chave deler i cant fucking belev it all i feel is sike mother fucking bich all the planing all the shit back to swer 1 is this a sine that im going to live thru all the pane its the 11th time somthing like this has hapund to me got to get a fucking gun !!!!!!!!!!! i can not belev this why just why !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m 68 and have lived with depression since age 16. Anti-depressants help, but sure don’t solve everything. I’m single and have supported myself since college, but couldn’t handle the duplicity, meanness and emptiness of a corporate job and didn’t have the energy to start my own business. Besides, back in my day there was one career for women–marriage. I didn’t want that job unless it was a mutually fulfilling relationship, something I never found. As I told my mother once, I’m not a whore for sale and I won’t use a man that way.
I’ve managed to own my home. […]
Hi everyone.
My name is Teresa, and I am a Depressed teen….
Oh GAWD.. did i really just say that. . . . ok let me start over… let me be real with you guys… and girls.
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Hi, I’m Teresa. I am 17 years old. My birthday is April 4th. And I can promise you i won’t live past the age of 18.
I bet you all are curious why. I bet you all already know the reason. so does it really have to be said out loud? I think not.
lets continue.
My life sucks. I hate starting out so cliche. but this is one way to start that you […]
So I’ve been on this circle where I am ok for like 3 weeks. You know still sad but not crying as much and then like a wave it hits me. Then I have this entire day were everything will send me over the edge and the first night is the worse. I cry uncontrollably and have panic attacks, I feel like I might die right then and there. Nothing helps, I have no one to talk to about this. My mom thinks I’m fine so I play the part. I had a breakdown 2 days ago so I’m back on the road towards […]
Sometimes, i just need somebody to talk to. Nobody is really there for me. I think it’s because when i get bullied, they dont want to be my friend or stick up for me, so they dont get bullied. I have to go through it everyday. Walking to school, in school, at lunch, walking home. and on the internet. I dont know why people dont like me. I guess its just something wrong with me. I dont know. I dont really have any reason of living. I constantly think of suicide. I have been since the sixth grade. Im in 9th grade now. I just […]
I don’t know why I feel this way. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m tired of feeling down and depressed all the time, and constantly feeling unloved. I have a story just like everybody else, but what’s the point of telling it? Everybody has their own problems, why should I complain about mine? I just wish I stayed dead…I’ll still never understand why I came back. I just don’t know what to do anymore…but death sounds better and better every day. I’m just broken beyond repair.
ther are 1000 of powders and poshions all i fear and dred some will stop me from criying some will kill me stone dead all the pills and sringis deth opone ther lips
botels jars and a old cigar liter my old room wile ill fly whay up hiy in the mist and gloom all i see arownd me the twinkling of stars i see my 2 frends and famaly crying rownd a box the toom stone said “he is dead to his frends his name was will now hes gon this is his song up an till he toke the pill”
i see all my famaly all 3 in a cherch were that morn […]
A wallflower is a person going unnoticed. I’m a wallflower because I simply want to go unnoticed. I just watched “The Perks Of Being A Wallflower” I recommend everyone on this website to watch it because it is inspirational and true. It tells a timeless story and describes me in so many ways. I love it so much, I have to say I’m obsessed. I don’t have much to rant about other than me wanting to die but that’s just the usual. I can’t sit still and type to day so it’s just whatever at the moment. I will probably come back on later.
Everyone deserves a second chance right? You’re wrong. I have never gotten a second chance or even a first chance. So why does it even matter? It doesn’t. Does it? I’m just not cut out for this world. I’m really not. I… don’t belong. No one really understands me, but no one knows my story as well as me though. I need to find my place in this world. I feel like i have to be somewhere else. I have no clue why I even post on this website no one really reads my boring trash. I’m a stranger in this world trying, searching, breathing. Just looking […]
I have to say seventh grade was the worse year of my life. I was tormented daily by eigth grade boys on the bus amd girls my age in class. “Slut.” “Whore” “Ugly ass *****” “”Worthless” “Pimplebrow” And I have to say this did not leave me stronger. If anything I crumpled. Whatever confidence I had whithered away and I found myseld comparong and envying other girls.
The worse thing that happened though had to be that I was molested. I’m not going to say who, its been dealt with. But I will tell you I would not lwt another person touch me without me […]
When I first attempted suicide it was about 3 years ago. I was cutting then and decided to use the knofe for the first time. It was amazing. Then, i decided to stab myself. I couldn’t. First, i was terrified but also my brother had come home. He was 8. I coyldn’t have HIM find me like that, you know? But I’ll always remember the relief I felt that I was actually going to do it. Finally. Finally. But, I had to think him.
I’m not ugly, I’m not pretty. I’m just me. Depressed, lonely, boring me. I have a story, my story, to tell. I don’t believe in other people committing suicide, but i feel I should. I have so many reasons against me. I have had help, asked for it, it was given but nothing works. I’m still me here waiting, watching, wanting to die, but something keeps me from actually doing it. I want to so badly I cry because I cant even do that. Some days I eat everything, some days I don’t eat at all. I fail at school and suck at life. A ll I really want it to be […]
im 18 years old. i get mad easily . i cut myself i’ve thought of suicide a lot of times. but i remember hell is eternal this pain is just temporary. my mom is very strict . she calls me worthless , bastard, ***** and all sorts of names. today she called me a failure. i cry a lot but i have no one to talk to since god is ignoring me. i try to do good but i guess its not working …never slept with any guy. most guys i talk to treat me like shit. they act like i’m worthless . i have […]
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