Every 14.2 minutes someone in the united states dies by suicide Nearly 1, 000, 000 people make a suicide attempt every year 90% of people who die by suicide had a treatable mental disorder when they died This is our message to give hope back To those who are lost in despair
Staring blank at the wall Never been so alone Why can’t they get me? Would they care if I was gone? Spinning around all alone In my head tonight Would it all be so easy? Would they ever miss me?
You can’t let them win I won’t let you give in,
You are […]
what is the problem with leaving me be why is it i have to stay downstairs in a room with an adult why is it that school is my hell hold but when im home thats my mental hospital, why cant i just be alone in my room sliting my wrists why cant i just be who i am and not be changed by the people who dont even give two fucks about me they are just scared of me incase im mental and insane because they dont understand this pain but they just have to change me and have to think about how safer […]
I’ve never felt less loved. I’ve entered another phase of wanting a violent suicide to spite all the people that didn’t care enough. I can’t decide whether I hate me or everyone else more. 1 year no girlfriend,no sex, nothing. 3 strikes in the dating game. Since the last ex cheated on me. Why bother anymore. I’m a biting dog now. Nobody wants to pet a biting dog. It’s not my fault I got here. No dog just turns into a biting dog. You have to beat it again and again before that happens. I have never seen a dog that didn’t just […]
We fuck up what can’t be fucked
Master may I rip out your virgin heart
Spit claw eating out danger
I’d kill a thousand men and it wouldn’t be for you
I’ll kill a thousand more before I’d kill beside you
But I couldn’t kill one if he looked at me like you
Does it hurt me to love you
It hurts me to hate you
Break up me up when the blood rises
We look at each other when it suits us to die
Your master possesses when you want to tell lies
Cry touch playing a victim
I’d fuck a thousand men before I’d ever want to touch […]
i spend most of my time, thinking to myself. trying to tell my self that yes, these people exist, they have feelings, their heart beat and they feel sad sometimes too.. but then again, how can I be so sure? and i can’t tell anyone how i really think, they’d think i’m crazy. who knows. Maybe i am crazy.
I spend most of my time wanting to die. the anxiety in me, the feeling of wanting to do everything at once, but having no purpose in doing it, not wanting to, why does it all matter? all what we do is grow up to get […]
I hate the fact how i can do good not being sucidal and staying out of hospitals.Then you make one stupid mistake and it ruins everything.My mistake was being curious and that curiousity led me to find the pills my mom hid away..I now have a bunch of those pills and dont know when i will snap and try to kill myself.I just know i cant help it and it willl happen.I will try to kill myself at some point.Ive only told my best friend she asked if she could tell my parents i threatened to do it sooner if she did.I felt bad about […]
Trust is a powerful word and most don’t even realize it but i learned through to many experiences that no one in this world can be 100% trusted. I trusted a group of people from a small town i used to live in and look where that got me…it ended up with me getting bullied day in and day out i trusted every girlfriend i have ever had and look ive been cheated on and used or the bullshit brake up lines like ” its not you its me ” and always over text or by Facebook. I know that their are other people in […]
so I found this website and it hopes of finding people that will understand me.. So I’m assuming this is my place..
to be honest, I don’t know what’s getting into me . I feel like a monster. I made my mother cry after she found out I self harm, and now that I stop self harming, me and my boyfriend have been getting into countless fights… My mom still puts me down. She calls me whore, slut, only because I’ve kissed one guy. She beats me for no reason too. It doesn’t stop and I know it won’t. I feel so useless and I feel […]
I can hardly place these thoughts into words, into sentences. I am incapable of being happy with a free education, food, home, clothes, and people all around wanting to take care of me. I am not abused, not regularly anyways. A text from my mom sometimes: I must b a total loser since u stay with Mike. Mike is my father, but far from a winner. If this child game is nothing but who wins and who doesn’t, I’d suggest that they are the ones in need of extensive therapy. Not me, I’m their child, they spawned me out of their supposed love. Raised […]
I’m not even sure why I’m on here again… my life is in no immediate danger, but who know how long that will last. Some good things have happened to me an honestly I can say I enjoyed it. I graduated from college and got my diploma. I took my boards and passed them. Overall, I was ok, or well as ok as someone like myself could be. At the same time I’ve been clean for almost 5 months now. I haven’t cut or burned myself no matter how badly I wanted to. With all good things come the bad. I had to move back […]
I dont even know where to start. Actually, i do want to start by saying this site and all who do respond and comment have given me strength to try and better myself. Thank you all. But life doesnt like when i start to fix myself, unfortunately.
Today was just so overwhelming. I stopped getting on here for about a wk just to focus completely on me and i thought i was getting better. My husband/fiance whatever told me we had an appt with our counselor and i HAD to go. I didnt want to but i he kept insisting that nothing bad was […]
This isn’t really something I usually do, I’m more of the “bottle it up” kind of guy, but I really need to get this out and Google led me here as an appropriate place to do so. It’s up to you if you want to read all this, but at least if you do, I have some validation of my efforts. Which I imagine would be nice.
Well… here goes.
I should be happy or satisfied enough really, shouldn’t I?
I mean, I did life right. I left school, got a steady dead end job and got myself a place to live independently. In this […]
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Hi Guys,
It’s day 19… Woo… Ummm sooo… Guess I’m continuing these things?
My day… I had a few panic attacks… Well to be exact two… *sigh* Maybe they’ll get better… Umm… So yeah….
How am I? Physically: Terrible absolutely terrible Mentally: Awful
My physical state… *sigh* I’m sickish… I have a headache, my nose hurts, I may or may not have a fever and I’m really stressed out… So I’m not doing so well in my physical state all I want to do is curl up and cuddle with someone, but alas no one is here to cuddle with […]
SERIOUSLY i cant live any longer. i have failed at everything and am too weak of a person to pick myself up, and im too weak to kill myself.
i never delayed gratification growing up just always drowned my pain in smoking pot.
i craved adventure and always seeked for more, till one day in highschool my depression kicked in.
my time has come for me to go. i’ve contemplated hanging, and jumping in front of a train, no. i cant do it.
if we’re gonna die , might as well make it worthwhile.
so the question is, is there anybody serious out there ? anybody in the state of […]
They are disgusting. They have a need to feel superior to one another, in looks or friends or personality. They stole all my hard work away. I will lose everything because of them.
I live with three other girls. I’m okay with one of them, it does annoy me when she is slow or in my way. But other wise she’s fine. My issue is with the other two.
I’ve known one of them since, 2nd grade or something. We’ve been best friends for a super long time. But i have never shown her my weakness. I have never shown her my true side. I just show […]
IM NOT GOING TO MAKE IT TO TOMORROW, I DESPERATELY WANT TO BUT ITS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. IM GOING TO REST FOREVER.
FUCK MY WORK. FUCK SCHOOL. FUCK PEOPLE. FUCK MY LIFE.
DROWN IN MY FUCKNG TEARS. I WANT TO RUN OFF THE 7TH FLOOR WINDOW AND DISAPPEAR.
THERE IS NO POINT FOR ME TO LIVE. ITS EASIER SAID THAN DONE MOVING ON. I CANT. IMPOSSIBLE. NOT WHEN SO MANY THINGS ARE SO WRONG. I CANT LIVE LIKE THIS. I CANT BE HAUNTED EVERY SECOND. SOMETHING HAS TO GET TO HIM. NO. IT WONT. HES JUST GOING TO LET ME DIE. BECAUSE HE IS WRONG AND HE DOESNT CARE BECAUSE IT DOESNT SETTLE HIS FEELINGS. I DONT WANT TO GIVE HIM THIS POWER BUT HOW CAN I LIVE LIKE THIS EVERY DAY. I TELL HIM EVERY DAY HOW MUCH HE HURTS ME. I LOVED HIM SO MUCH. AND I CARED FOR HIM MORE […]
Someone help me understand why I continue to do everything in my power to make a man happy? Four years, and a child later and I’m still a wreck. The good days make me feel powerful, confident, loved. But those good days only come a few times a month. All I ask is for respect, loyalty, attention. I give you all you need, plus some. I don’t wanna feel terrible every day. But I don’t know life without you. What am I supposed to do with myself? I love you so much, but I want to love myself more.
i don’t want to kill myself i just can’t live anymore. this is not a life. i can’t be who i know i am i have to be what somebody else thinks i am. my life is defined by them. not who i am TODAY. i hate my life, i truly mean that, i have nothing, and i can’t just live life. i am my own person. I’m not what somebody else thinks of me. but what difference does it make if i can’t show them that! i have to go on everyday like this?! the only person i care about is the one who […]