When you’ve thought about suicide and have started to make decisions on little details, some aspects are kind of thought provoking.

I’m kind of torn on whether to exit during the day or night. Both have an appeal. I suppose night time due to the correlation of darkness and sleeping. I also like how not many people are up and about at night.

I do know that different times of the day reveal different moods. Guess I’ll figure it out soon enough.

One day in the middle of class

while everyone was working,

my eyes filled with tears

because I knew

they were thinking about

their work

or friends

or after school

but all I could think of

was how much I’d rather

be at the top of a building

about to jump

So which one would you request for yourself?

So I don’t seem to get sleep at night at all… is anyone the same? If so maybe we can talk on here because I never have anyone to talk to at night and that’s half of what’s causing my loneliness ):

Oh dear mirror must you show me the true things?

Can’t you once show me falsnesses among myself?

Can’t I once look at you in hopes of riches and diamond rings?

And not just see my poor background and bathroom shelf?

Do you have to show me my insecurities and weaknesses when I look upon your shiny display?

Will you ever show me what I would like to see?

Or through my eyes will you always show me my rot and decay?

No! I refuse to look into you!

No! I refuse to take orders from mere glass!

No! I refuse to think this is all that will come of this….

There has to me […]

So  you try to talk to someone and they just look at you like you’re weird.  Does this happen to anyone else?  Jeez   I don’t even know what to do. sighh.

Contemplated suicide today

Yet nobody cared

Contemplated taking my life away

yet nobody cared

Even stepped forward and told someone

yet nobody cared

Even took a bath to see if anyone would get worried about me and come

yet nobody cared

So I sat in the water for about an hour

yet nobody cared

I prayed for forgiveness from the almighty power

yet nobody (on earth) cared

I got the strength to get up out of the bath

yet nobody cared

And stumble out to the living room in wrath

yet nobody cared

the only person who could check on me was asleep

he didn’t care

all I could do is sit there and weep

yet nobody cared

They wouldn’t have found me until in […]

I want to feel something again.

You’d think I’d like feeling numb to this world, but I don’t.

Not feeling makes it hard to know if I’m alive or not.

I want to feel the pain, to know I’m living.

When I’m numb, well I might as well be dead.

I just want to feel again.

When I take that blade to my wrist

no one in the world exists.

And when when I think about it, cause I do

I truly do not think of you.

So why be sad or disappointed

when your not the one that I anointed.

So why care ? Cause you do

but why care?  I wouldn’t if I were you.

She’s 13

and can already

tell you everything about

self destruction.

She can tell you how

to dress fresh cuts

in the dark with

makeshift bandages.

And which foods are easy

to throw up.

She knows a thousand

excuses,”I already ate”

“I’m just cold” , “the cat did it”

She learned to hold

all her feelings inside

until late at night

and cover her mouth

with her hand

so no one hears her.

She […]

I ask myself this question more often then others.

Why am I fucked up like this?

Why did I change from the old me?

Why do I hate myself?

I can’t answer all those questions maybe not even one, but I do know that

I feel this way and I think this is how others view me because this is how I see myself.

The girl who fucks up, the broken one.

I’m not a person I’m an element of the universe.

I just so happened to be picked to live the life I lived cause I know nobody could live it as bad as I do.

I ask myself ‘Why’ because I know […]

When I tell myself, “you can do it”

a part of me whispers “you can’t”.

When I tell myself to “Try Again”,

a part of me whispers “Give Up”

When i tell myself “There’s a better tomorrow “,

a part of me whispers “That was supposed to be yesterday”.

When I tell my self “I’m done”

a part of me whispers “Finally”

I carved your name into the bullet

so everyone would know

that you were the last thing that went through my head

You are a weak soul and bring no happiness. You live your life, eat, sleep, talk, yet your life is in vain because you give no love. You are empty. Just kill yourself.

[what others tell me]

I originally joined this site last fall during a very dark spell. I found myself wanting to encourage others, particularly younger folks, who I feared were discouraged and without hope. Then I lost my “remembered” login password, and when I had it, I couldn’t login because the site was unavailable.

But, here I am again. I know this site can be a good place to vent or bare ones soul, and I hope it is frequently used for that, rather than a last plea for help, because … it’s the f—— Internet, and we can’t give one another a hug, or look into […]

Okay so on 3/5/2014, i was admitted into a mental facility and this is my story of being in it (YOU DON’T HAVE TO READ)

Okay so mine was because i had well attempted suicide, my friend called the cops on me after she found out and this crisis lady gave me an option which by the way was stupid. she said if i didn’t talk to her…i would have to be admitted …but truth was, that I was going to have to be admitted anyway because I had attempted suicide and like the only way, i wouldn’t be admitted was if she thought, i was […]

I feel as though my soul is finished here in my current form. I believe that we are conscious beings born to learn lessons on earth that our souls can use to grow. It grows through experience and thought. My conundrum is that from all the lives before, we have all lived many a time and our souls have learnt from these lives. We have been rich, we have been poor. We have loved and we have lost. Every lifetime our souls learn something it has not felt before.

My thought on this life is that my soul has competed it journey. In this life […]

Yep…I’m losing hope. Again. I can only pray that next time I attempt suicide I succeed, in the hope that I don’t have to exist anymore. Who wants heaven or hell? It’s bullshit. I want to just not exist.

So today I got my first session of EMDR therapy (finally, after 2 years waiting and nagging for it). I get EMDR, because I have a trauma. It was really tiresome, and I cried like almost the whole session. It was really confrontational, because I had to tell about the incident that occupies me the most. But I’ve never told anyone about it, so that was really tough for me. Then I had to keep in mind the part of that incident which scares me the most, and explaining that. After that I had to focus on that and follow a LED-light that went from […]