I’m sick of crying. I’m sick of fighting.
I’m done with living and I’m done with breathing.
I cut myself to feel alive, to know I’m still here.
I’m crying myself to sleep, hiding my pain from everyone.
I bottle it up inside and now it’s getting to much.
The only way I can help myself, would be to cut deeper, harder.
Make sure its sharper and pointier. So the pain is hard to stand.

I’m over life.

SO after all my suicide attempts and losts inside my mind…I need to be fine at once! i started going to a doctor and i maybe change school because everyone there is a jerk-.- im afraid i wont make it!:|

I didn’t want to die today. I did one thing for my self-respect. It’s small, but it is a start.

I keep having sudden rage
I want to stab myself
I screwed up so bad
A few months ago i met a girl and didn’t have a condom and I think she gave me something
I’ve made this mistake so many times because I’m always drunk
This time It didn’t end up so good
I can’t tell anyone and there is no reason for me to be acting this way
i cant stop thinking about how bad i want to end my life

My only support is now dead.

Goodbye

Farwell

try to over come

is waking up the next day and realizing you are even worse off than before. It really is a lie when people say things get better.

I have two older brothers. For now we will just talk about the middle child. My middle brother is an extremely difficult person. Not only that, but mum favours him. Not only does mum favour him by fawning on him like a cute little sad child (which she doesnt do for the rest of us) she will always take his side. I believe that this was because my brother was beaten up once when he was around 6 years old, and was then depressed for a couple of years. Even after that though, he would still use his depression as leverage to get what he […]

I am about to open up to some one about my sucide wish.
But I am afraid she will tell.
Should I kill myself and get over it.

A black whole that sucks all of my energy, like a dark tunel, however there is no sign of any bright light at the end of it.

– That’s how I have been feeling for the past couple years.

Last year was the worst year of my life. My mom was diagnosed with cancer. I had never seen so much pain in my life, so much darkness. Even though I saw the light too, the strenght of one’s fight, all started being consumed by the darkness. Thankfully, everything is okey now, my mom has fully recovered. However, I feel like it just all hit me. I am […]

I failed.
I tried the butterfly project…
And it helped for a day…but I cut again.
Deeply.
I have 2inches of tissues on it cause its bleeding.
I’m a failure.
I deserve to die.

People surround me all day. They feel the need to be around me, even when I ask them to leave. But no matter how many people are there, I feel alone. Nobody understands what I go through. Hell, I’m the only girl to play on the guys football team, and I’m a lesbian. None of this is tolerated well..

Do you see them? The Butterflies? Or the Pen Cuts?

I… I… I Hate Myself….

I… I… I Wish I Would Die….

I… I… I Give Up…..

I… I… I Give You All I’ve Got…

You.. You… You Want More…

I… I… I Want to Cry…

I.. I… I Want to Die…

Be My Friend.. Hold Me.. Wrap Me Up… Unfold Me… I Am Small… And Needy… Warm Me Up… Breathe Me…

I AM CRYING SO BADLY INSIDE FOR YOU!!! I WANT TO SCREAM UNTIL I CAN NO LONGER SPEAK!!! PLEASE!!! JUST LET ME DIE!!!

how do you convey to someone that it isn’t their fault, but they are the reason?

how do you tell someone not to blame themselves for your death, but if they would have only listened and been there, then so too would you still be there?

is it possible at all to leave them with the full understanding that while you did not go with anger or resentment for them and their inaction… you still chose to die because they chose to leave you?

i am having trouble writing my final letters, and if anyone has any thoughts on how to properly express the above sentiments i would […]

I should have killed myself  by now.

I can’t stand feeling like this anymore.

Even though I feel so horrible,I still can’t do it.

they all get angry when i don’t wake up early enough, when i don’t tidy my room, when i get home late.
they get angry at everything.
we live in such an angered world.
uh, maybe it’s because i have no purpose for these things. they’re things that i will soon (hopefully) not even see.
be happy i wake up at all, when i’m dead my room will be bare, and this thing you call home isn’t mine.

sometimes i want death more than i want my girlfriend. although she saves me so i decided to stay around a bit for her. in this angered world.

I can’t believe it.

I’ve survived this long.

I’ve waited all day.

Practicallly gave up on him showing up today. But not even five minutes in of slipping into my bed to sleep, I get a text.

“Hey you,” it says, “Get on.” It’s from a restricted number. I don’t know who it is but I decide to get on anyways. I type in the password to my laptop. The fan is on low and the lights are off. It’s a common bedtime setting for me. Something to listen to so I don’t get paranoid of every little bump in the night. And the blanket to help me dream […]

what is the point of life? Why do we stay on this earth? why Don’t we end our lives right now if were suffering. Can someone please answer these questions for me? Just whats the point.