This is a letter to those who feel like their only option in life is to see their death. To those who feel like they need to take this step in order to see something better, because what they seek in life isn’t here.

Who am I? Ever so briefly, I am someone who has traveled this road for much of his adult life, someone who experienced the depths of his own personal sorrow. Someone who felt his pain was only destined to be magnified by the events in his life which always steered him in a singular direction, toward the […]

I want to cut so badly… someones gotta convince me out of it. I need to cut. I need a blade on my skin right now, I need to see blood. I can’t deal with taking cutting completely out of my life.. I need it. I NEED TO CUT I NEED TO BLEED AND I NEED TO FEEL IT. Holy fucking shit getting help is way harder than I thought.

I am convinced that everyone deserves the best, except myself. If Hitler were still alive, I’d be convinced he deserved happiness more than me. Everyone and anyone has value, except me. All those people who die, I deserve to be them. I find everyone to be perfect and beautiful except me.. I can’t be the only one who thinks this poorly of themselves.

Daydreaming use to be enough for me, but now it isn’t. I don’t know what to do. I want this to just be over.

“Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out for his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where I told you to run, so we’d both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If […]

I used to look up into the sky and smile because it was such a great blue day.. but as the years passed on and as friends began to leave.. I began to just hate the blue sky so much.. it made me so angry that there were no clouds.. or it was always blue.. I remembered that it made me so mad I never looked at the sky ever.. One day.. I looked up and everything was white. the cement, the sky, the clouds, and the dying grass. I never looked up and began to resent what I so much loved. I never had […]

So here we are once again… Have you ever felt like no one understands you? Im sure we’ve all been there.. But trust me.. Your NOT alone. You have me. And many other Humans out there to support you. Other Human beings in the same situation.. So I know that who ever you are, your not alone. I have been in some places,,, where no 13 year old should have been, or should have experienced.. Ive done things that im not proud of. Im addicted to cutting for the past 6 YEARS. yeah, that long and that young i was suffering.. My life has always […]

leave me the fuck alone. and get out of my head. I hate you.

I have a question to all the self harmers out there,..
Anytime I cut, scratch, burn, ect..they get really infected but whenever I get a scratch or cut from something not caused by me it doesn’t get infected at all.
I don’t understand…help?

I’ve been using the thought of suicide as a means to get through the day, to justify why I live the way I do. It’s made everything easier knowing I wouldn’t have to worry people or be worried much longer. But now the thought isn’t doing it anymore, it isn’t making me happy the way it used to. Neither the thought of dying nor living alleviates any guilt or regret. Nothing gives me any happiness or sadness much anymore, where as the ideation gave me hope.

So I finally had enough and I’m gonna do what I’ve wanted to since I was 13 years old. I’m not gonna say suicide no I already dead it more of setting my soul free. My parents can tell there is something wrong and they try to tell me how much I mean to them but the only reason is they feel like bad parents this what I get not what they did. I feel like I deserve peace now. So I guess I won’t write any goodbyes just 3 words “not your fault” I won’t explain the pain I have felt for what feels like forever […]

It has been nearly a year since i was last on this site…..wow. My situation has changed drastically……..but not improved. Now I am just more experienced. I have a fiance! he is the only reason i haven’t died already, so a short message for you folk, find someone- they will keep you alive

were is the peeps that say they care? give me a reason , just a little bit is enough…if this is a suicide project…as its called, why is there people that judge others? im new here and the past 48 hours i have seen alot of judgement…i thought this would be a place were you can be yourself…were you can talk openly about the scars on your soul…were you can get support in order not to take that next fix… a place were a lost girl like me, could feel i belong..for once in my life…

Take your eraser to everything

Remove the burden of my memory

I’d rather it be you than me

Wouldn’t that make this easy?

Please, make me a statistic

So they don’t think they missed it

So they don’t blame me for being cryptic

You can pretend you went ballistic

What I’m asking for is an escape

Give me all your mercy

Load it in a 22 and pull

They’ll thank you for me

They’ll thank you for me

If it helps to ease your mind,

In the end, no one will have cried

All they care about is how I died

And how they hate explaining suicide

This Hell’s a nasty place to stay

But if I decide not to wake up one […]

Things to be, things that are there, things to keep… They are the things that must exist. Because they stay unaffected by the evils of other things. They are like glass, even when broken, they keep shining.  They are different for each person. They may not follow standards or fashion, only the person’s soul. So they don’t necessarily have to be material (like dreams). But what is certain is they are always the dearest, cherished ones. We cling onto them, never let go of them, and cry, when we lose them, or when they’re suddenly taken away from us. And even then, when they are […]

DIRTY – I feel so DIRTY. DIRTY, UNCLEAN, in capitals. Dont touch me. Dont anyone, ever touch me, EVER again. Will I ever feel CLEAN? Scrubbing, scrubbing at my skin, Trying to remove the filth that is within Help me, inside I am screaming This is NOT bad dreaming This is REAL I hurt, inside – I hurt In my body – I hurt In my head – I hurt In my life – I now hurt When will it stop? When will it STOP. My life feels wrong now I cannot think straight I cannot feel straight I dont feel right anymore So what […]

My ex and I broke up about a month ago. And I know all of you are probably like its just a relationship and I can find another one. Well this one is really messing me up. Me and my ex had a really good relationship but then she broke up with me for like no reason and won’t tell me. We still talk like if we are ‘together’ but then she says we are friends. I guess now she tells me she has a girlfriend but when we were together she was against all that stuff. Which I don’t mind but she is like […]