I can’t. I can’t do this anymore. I’m too weak. I don’t want to… I don’t want to… I don’t want to… help me.
There are some things I probably should be proud to have tried and seen and accomplished in life. Yet as it is now, the memories of these precious few experiences are going up in smoke like brittle old film in an antique projector. The picture starts out all blurry at first because the film is loose and then it gets caught and sticks on a single frame, which catches on fire from the concentrated heat of the projector’s lamp. It burns up right there, before my eyes.
Somehow, instead of preserving memories of my prouder moments, the shitty projectionist in my head operating that piece of […]
hi, my name is Khrissa. Im 16. Here is my story.
I guess it starts when i was just a baby. My dad left when i was 3 because he was on drugs pretty bad. he has never had anything to do with me or my little brother. which DID make an impact on my life, a huge one at that. when i was about 9 my mom re-married to a guy named tre. he was amazing. the best thing that had ever happened to us. when they married, we had money, a nice house, everything anyone could ever ask for. than he was stationed in […]
I watched the movie “The Bridge” and there was one family that knew their son was going to commit suicide and seemed to have such acceptance that his internal battles were very strong and he would finally be at peace that way.
So that got me thinking…would it be better to warn the 2, possibly 3, people in my life that know about my problems and do care deeply about me that I just can’t continue living for them anymore? Â I feel like they would just try to stop me, but my psychologist actually educated me about the laws in our area and they can’t actually […]
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http://linnyxito.deviantart.com/art/Your-Suicide-334242270
P1: The one who living in this world
P2: The one who observing p1, criticizing & directing and setting targets for p1
Who is real?
This post is by P3 who analyzing both and looking for a chance to kill one of em
If P3 got success, how to punish him?
This post is not about how the military handles depression, or how a soldier does. This is not a cry for help. This is a brief story about me.
Im the son of a teen runaway and a murderer. Ive never met my father and likely never will. My mother did her best for me, but life has always been against us both. I first tried to take my own life when I was only 11. After that, attempts became a yearly thing. Life just carried on no matter how much I didnt want it to. Then, I met someone. She was loving, caring, beautiful, and […]
Thank you. Thank you for all you’ve done to help me. Little do you know how much you’ve impacted my life. I know I’m such a stubborn little brat. Even you knowing that you still don’t give up, you have faith in me. And honestly that’s all I could ever ask for in someone. You made me stop the negative things I’ve done. I very much appreciate that from you. I’m sorry for being a pain. But I don’t want you to leave me. You give me hope. Thank you for that. Please don’t give up, just know I will never. You’ll forever be my […]
Why do I feel so alone all the time?
I could be with a huge group of people but still feel so alone and unwanted. I try my best to be so successful, but the only thing I’m successful with is suicide thoughts. I will sit in class, and try and focus on what my teachers are saying but instead of whats really coming out of their moths I hear other peoples voices going on and on.
“Why do you exist?’
“No one wants you here. Leave”
“Kill yourself”
Now a days, I’m living in a generation where no one has a filter. It’s like no one understand how sharp […]
“It could always be worse” they say.
But in reality it couldn’t be much worse, because I am dying.
I am being swallowed by my thoughts, the cuts a mere symbol to the shooting pain in my heart.
1 pill, 2 pill, 3 pill, 4 pill, but I stay awake.
I overdose not to kill myself, but to feel something besides pure anxiety and depression.
1 cut, 2 cut, 3 cut, 4 cut there is no amount of blood that will ever be enough.
One day I will be put out of my misery, away from this hell. That day will be eventful, because also on that day I will be buried.
Oh how familiar. How expected, is this ache. As if it were never gone. How known and yet always changing is this stabbing is this poison is this pain.
I was free. I got away. I wouldn’t dare, there’s no way. I haven’t, I wouldn’t. I’m not in love with him again.
But I fear, I fear so much that I’m lying to myself.
I DONT KNOW.
I don’t know how to handle all of my peers at school giving me funny looks..
I don’t know how to handle the AGONY…CAUSED BY THE ONE I LOVE
I don’t know…. How to make sure the my family is safe where we are..
I don’t know…….How to survive in this god forsaken earth..
I don’t know………How to deal with my fat and my weight, that torments me like a f***** marriage, “Til death do us part”
I don’t know……….. what to do… Help please…
I feel like everything I do is a mistake. I say things that are awful sometimes… but it’s only because I hate feeling like I have to bottle up my emotions and opinions. I am just going to write exactly what causes me to feel this way and I am not looking for anyone to make me feel justified or anything. I just needed to vent somewhere and writing in my journal wasn’t helping me. I realize that my problems are nowhere near as bad as some of those on here, but I needed to put my feelings out there and feel like someone […]
My one thought goes rounds round all day everyday. This eveing I was driving home unbuckled my seatbelt unlocked my door and imagined how.long it woukd take me to die my hand was on thw door handle and for a mear moment I.knew.what I wanted I’m then.got angry that i didn’t gonthrough with it shouldnt I be happy I didn’t.not the.opposite ?
i really don’t know what to do with myself and my life i mean lol i’ve diagnosed myself with paranoid schizophrenia i hear voices all the time (2 to be exact) i’ve had this ailment from about the time my mother passed away when i was 14 going in to 15 at first the voices helped me to cope with her loss and to bear with my other family and mental abuse i got when i was growing up from my father’s replacement woman sigh…. it was cool i was able to cope laugh at myself and move on now i’m 24 and these voices […]
and I guess that’s just what hope is. Just an emotion we cling to when we’re in denial about the shit going on around us. Just something to delay the grief. Because hope raises you from rock bottom, but it always ends up dropping you. And the landing hurts so much more since you’ve seen what its like to float. And falling’s all about the landing. Its about hitting the ground, hard. Its only pain.
Well, I haven’t made a post on here in a very long time. A change I’ve noticed about this site is that not many people make comments on other peoples posts anymore, which is a shame but okay. Anyway, I like to come on here sometimes just to see what people share about themselves. I am quite intersted in human emotions and feelings and a lot of you people on here are more similar than you might think.
But I’m actually here to talk about myself.
And I honestly don’t mind if no one can be bothered to read this. I just feel like I have […]
I
am so tired
of always getting hurt
when all I ever wanted
was to be loved,
someone to be there for me,
a friend.
I’m sorry I will never
be good enough
for a single person
in this god damn world.
All I wanted was someone
who wouldn’t leave me,
get sick of me,
or find someone better.
Was that so hard to ask for?
Hi. I’m only 12 and I think about suicide. Please help. My family hates me and will hurt me physically and mentally.
Sometimes i wonder if  you really love me? I wonder if you really care?  I wonder if i am the girl you think about? Well I just know i don’t have to be here anymore i’m done with it, i’m done with the pain. I’m done with you and all your lies. So if you can do me a favor and lose my number and don’t call or message me again, i need to move on from you.