I’m not perfect and I am by no means trying to say I didn’t do my fair share of. Hurtful thing. But why can you not take any responsibility for your damage you incurred? And why do you have to be so mean and spiteful and down right nasty. Just because something is different doesn’t mean its opposite. nothing is different but everything is unique. a fact is a fact. Cannot be changed but truth is objective. Preception is reality and no one can tell keep it from you. I hate that u won’t allow us to both be right. Its always a battle. […]
Please enlighten me!!!
When the fuck does life get tired of beating the living shit out of you??
For some reason the sweet kiss of death is so much more promising then the mere thought of tomorrow….. two more hours… then the sun comes up and I put on a happy face and for what?? I’m not happy. I’m fucking miserable….but soon…. soon it’ll all be over and I won’t have to fake it for another God damn day 🙂
Last post.. hope you all find your way in the world. Life ain’t always beautiful but some things are worth fighting for. I think what most of us need is just someone to listen to us once in awhile. Always remember to return the favor. Molly if you see Amatura, tell her thanks for the laughs. it wasn’t personal. good luck to you all. last one up, turn the lights out and lock the door please. a little song I used to like when I was a kid. Later.
Just wondering how many others have been on the edge of attempting, but just couldn’t take that last step. I’m not really talking about swallowing ten aspirin or other “attention getting” attempts, but the real thing.
I once stood on the roof of a high-rise building for two or three hours, but couldn’t make the jump. I’ve also held a loaded gun to my head for an hour or so, but couldn’t pull the trigger. I once got my car up to 100 MPH and was going to veer into a bridge, but couldn’t do that either.
I just wish the feeling of not wanting to exist […]
My parents have been going through a messy divorce. Found out my dad was having an affair but he ended it. there was a trial. my mom wanted a restraining order on my dad so he wouldnt be able to see her or my little brother. she said he was dangerous. he’s not dangerous. i have people who have only known my family for probably two years trying to tell me that i dont know my dad at all and even worse that they do. i do know my dad. he ended the affair, told my mom about it but mom lost her mind. she’s […]
So I’m only 14 and I wana die already.
Yeah ihave a boyfriend and friends but you know depression and everything has just been crazy latley. I hate my family and that’s the main reason why I’ve been raped by one of my brothers beeatenn starved anything I’ve been thru it you think your life is hard walk a mile in mine and see how you feek see how it feels to be made fun of and laightex at how it feels to be called fake and a whore a ***** walk a mile in my shoes than judge me for who I am but […]
Is it weird that I badly want a kid right now and I’m
Only 14.
It’s like I need it!!!!!
I’ve wanted one for a while and yah I know having a kid now could “ruin” my life… I’ve been told… But I don’t agree!
-Morgan…..RawrImaTurtle!
and if I had a gun, I would have already pulled the fucking trigger. bam. gone, no more pain. no more tears. no more letting people down. let me just make it easier for the rest of the world.
everyone makes fun of me. everyone leaves me. everyone hates me but loves my jokes. and no one understands my pain. or my tears. and they wonder why I want to be dead.
If you read this post PLEASE comment! Everyone. Are you wanting Option 1 or 2?
1. I just want to get better, be happy, and have the daily pain to stop, i’d prefer to live.
2. I would love to die right now, if it was simple, painless, certain, quick – with just a wink, you are gone, dead and no longer exist
Vote: 1 or 2 ? (My vote is #2)
You may not believe me, But you will be LOVED by God!!!! you will!!!
It’s so strange… I mean, the way I feel… Am I depressed? I would say yes, but I ain’t that sure thats the right word to describe it. I got problems, many problems, but I’m forced too much to hide the real me and the things I really feel and I end up thinking that pretending it’s fucking okay for the sake of everyone keeping his quiet balance in his life. That’s fucking unfair, I can’t sacrifice myself just to prevent the people that surround me from breaking their peace.
I can’t convince myself that this is simply my life and this is all about […]
So I just cut like twenty-minutes aqo listeninq to I’m not alriqht (by Sanctus real).I cutted deep but for some reason I bearly bleed and I came out as some baby line’s.Some much for lookinq at my scars to remind me that what I’m qoinq threw Is hard.Alot of people want to stop cuttinq but I like It,It makes me feel qood Inside.I recently relapsed:(I even smoked two hour’s before a biq event happened at my Church.I’m a horiibe person for continuinq to smoke.All I want Is to be loved!It’s the best feelinq In the world.I still remember the feelinq when me and my ex would […]
I can’t face these people of the day
They don’t like me, but that’s okay.
I’ll go to my sanctuary where nothing is as hard as it may seem.
I’ll go to sleep and get lost in a dream.
I’m in a castle. It’s decorated in gold.
I am surrounded by friends, both young and old.
I go to the garden, where the beauty is endless.
The sights are lovely, the feeling is priceless.
I am at peace as my heart erupts
I feel at home, that is, until I wake up.
Glass is fragile
Never let it drop
You will try to pick up the pieces
And you will never stop
Even when you’re cut
And the blood starts to pour
You will continuously try to fix
What can’t be fixed anymore
You can try to put the pieces together
But you will still see the cracks
The glass is gone.
You will never get it back
I used to have a problem with crack/heroin and more than once i was hospitalized because of it. Although at the time it was not an intentional overdose. I still remember before and after it but not during, u just slip away silently. No mess just easy to deal with for those who find me. You don’t feel pain or nausea you just go to sleep and hope that no-one finds you to stop the process. For me its just a matter of when and where.
How can I say it more bluntly.
“I am researching suicide methods. I have found my exit and started buy supplies.”
“Oh…here’s more crack finish smoking and come lay down”
What do I have to do for someone to notce, to care?
Kill myself
I’m afraid to speak my own name
For it has been tarnished.
Life is a stern mistress
And I will forever be punished.
Time can never mend
These broken bones and burnt flesh.
The past is haunting.
It grants me no rest.
My character now is poor
Harsh and uninviting.
Anger consumed my body.
Now, my heart is dying.
The rain casts a heavy weight
On this, my weakened umbrella.
But still, I hope
To reunite with the old Daniella.
I’m trapped!
As I pace back and forth in my cage,
I wondered what I did to deserve such a fate.
A fate that gives me no hope, no pleasure, no freedom.
Freedom to breathe, freedom to live, freedom to be whole.
These bars are cold and binding.
They whisper,
“You have no place to run,
“No place to run,
No place to hide,
No place to go.
You will never be free.”
I recently found out that a friend of the family was killed. It was definitely sad to see how everyone mourned over his passing. Is it wrong that i looked at this experience of losing this friend and took notes on how to make the pain less for my loved ones instead of looking at it as a sign not to do it.?.?.?
Just joined today…. I guess its true what they say about seattle having the highest suicide rate. Ill be the next statistic to add to that list. Its so fucking difficult to have any self confidence or self respect when no one around you doesane the things about me I like get made fun of whenvi share them. I guess it makes sense that the world which I’m in now is too far a cry from me. Like really how am I going to feel suicidale over a drug dealer boy rfriend who hasn’t got shit for himself? He makes me feel lower than scum […]