tonight, i know it’s not going to do much, but i’ll start taking the pills again. 10 melatonin, 6 almost hurt me too much last time. it’s to kill the pain, to feel only numbness. i don’t know what’ll happen, i don’t know if i’ll chicken, but i’m sorry to anyone that’s ever been hurt, to those who failed, and to those who succeeded in doing the impossible. i hope that those lives that i touched are forever touched and will live a bit longer, if not for anyone or yourselves, for me. if i do make it to morning, i’ll let you know and […]
Its been a year since my first suicide attempt. Nothing has changed. I took 100 sleeping pills. Ended up in the hospital for four days, than was sent to inpatient mental ward for another four days. I wish i could say things have gotten better but, nope. I am just building up my courage to not fail again. This time i will have a very well thought out plan. I am ready to go. I dont want to cause a big mess for everyone to clean up. I would just like to slip away.
I know I’m going to die some day
We all are
All that matters is how long till that day
I know I’m not gonna make a difference
None of us do
When we die the world still goes round
The clocks still tick
The sun still shines
I know I’m going to be remember
Few of us are
They have no reason to keep me in their hearts
They have no reason to miss me
They have no reason to remember me
I know I will be gone soon
Most of us will
I want to die
I want it to be over
I am pointless here
Why do I want do die?
My life sucks
Why does my life suck?
I’m a horrible person
Why […]
If he could have come forward and seen how gutting this has been for the rest of us maybe he wouldn’t have. If I could have been there and just kept him talking for 5 minutes maybe he wouldn’t have. If, if, if, maybe, maybe, maybe.
He made a choice that is fucking me up. FUCKING me up.
So it’s over for him and those left behind will live with it. I miss my little brother. Whoever got this site going – thanks. There’s nowhere else to go where I can scream.
I just stumbled on this page accidently. But maybe this will be helpful. My older sister committed suicide over 20 yrs ago. I have mental illness in my family and several of us have it, including myself. I grew up with an alcoholic father and uncaring mother to give you a short and fast history of my family. Due to my mental history (suffering with bipolar disorder for 24 yrs, since I was 18) and dealing with the loss of my sister, I attempted suicide 6 yrs ago. I took my psychiatric medication plus some medical meds and as much tylenol as I could swallow. […]
This is going to sound a little crazy, but I just wanted to thank you guys for always being there for me. I wish I could say the same about my real-life friends! Leads me to think that only the good people in the world end up feeling this way.
Reach for your razor
Cut through the dawn
See through your inner wrath
Keys shan’t open the doors
Behold my heart has stopped
My lungs are laid the final rest
And still I see and do I feel
Yes, but to earthly eyes I am gone
To the land where legends never die
Take me to the twilight land tonight
Again and again and again in every night
The darkness climbs through my walls
Ever screaming silent to the corrupted ears
Never to any man I will spear
My speach it has no value
Eyes that have seen the sights
Okay so i wanna make my suicide look like an accident.
but the thing is, i’m a MAJOR emetophobe (phobia of puking/feeling sick)
And i wanna OD and make it look like an accident.
i have access to zopiclone, alimemazine and i MIGHT be able to get blood pressure pills that lower blood pressure
my questions is, how the fuck do people die accidentally? you hear it all the time on the news, how do they do it? and like eminem, did he even use alcohol when he overdosed? i wanna just take the pills and accidentally die, taht’s my goal
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So, due to circumstances beyond my control, coupled with my misanthropy and general disdain – and, frankly, disillusionment – towards life, I have decided to grasp control by harnessing the only means that can ease this stifling futility: suicide.
The plan?
Go to the doctors, get medication for depression (which I have; also i know what to say to get it). If it is not pushing my luck, I’ll also try for sleeping pills.
Then, during Christmas break, I’ll take a train down south to England: somewhere near the coast.
Find a picturesque, snow laden beach, with the icy water’s fingers caressing the rocks, take the whole bottle, […]
How do you wanna die?
What are you gonna do? when? where? how? and why?
AND COULD SOMEONE SUICIDAL EMAIL ME WHO’S PLANNING ON OVERDOSING, I NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO
MrSebastior @ gmail . com
So this is what I’m thinking about doing write a note to my mom saying sorry write a note to my school saying they’ve taught me a lot since my freshman year then get one if my tied nooses from the garage and my knife and hopefully this time successfully commit suicide. 🙁 goodbye world and to all my abusers I hope you can be happy now.
While I am perfectly capable of writing some poetic, deep, artful little essay about why I want to die, I am not going to. Death is not beautiful, it is not poetic, it is not some great adventure, and to write in prose suggesting as such would seem wrong. For the past three or so years I have tried to tell myself that there is a reason not to do this. I’m not about to share any personal details (other than that I am not in school/college, and am old enough to do this sensibly). Over the past three years, I have tried medication, therapy, […]
I was16 years old, I have tried/thought to kill myself four times, and this is my story… It started in Feb. I overdosed on 8 pills, no one knew. Then in may I tried to jump out of a window, i only started to open then i stopped. Things started to get really bad in Oct , my cousin that past away, my mom was taking care of my aunt, so she was out of the picture for the time being, me and my little sister were always fighting, i have been struggling with anxiety, depression and a eating disorder, for years. Only if i […]
When I was 10 or 11 i was naive and unaware (ignorance=bliss) and now I am 16, and excited for my death… I don’t know when/where it will be just yet but I’m happy for once.
My only question is this: Could I have predicted or even prevented this depression from happening? Or is this just how things are SUPPOSED to turn out?
Life’s a joke, a game, a playtoy for us to fumble around with until the inevitable… Ah it’s good to release thoughts.. 🙂
I’m Going to do it. Sooner or Later. I’ve got issue’s.
Just me trying to be nice dont like to be messed with but I didnt start problems (last year) some guy kicks my ass , my first fight wow I cried after only cause.i felt stupid it didnt even hurt , kick some guys ass even though he already hates himself , ha. This year: I cried during sports p.e , went to restrooms tried to make myself throw up and cried in stall than some people realized how sad I really am because I wasnt talking but my emotions change in a snap . Hopefully people dont realize I cutt my upper […]
Wow, the people I live for there the best people you will ever meet. What if one of them is disliking you or I think that , I think he knows because my amazing friend(girl) is going out with my other amazing friend (guy) she tried to overdose one day and she told me. And she told her boyfriend two days later it freaken sucks I couldnt tell him because I promised her if he does know and he dislikes me now guess if I dont have the complete four theres only one road to take suicide 🙂 .
Each cut is like a battle scar, like a fading glory. I dare myself to go deeper and deeper each time, feeling the rush of life, but then it’s gone. I don’t know what to do anymore.
I hate therapists, I hate people who pity me, and I just hate everything. Nothing good comes out of when they just say things, because they aren’t helping.
The date is set, but it won’t be for another 3 years, until I’m a senior, until I become that perfect person that my parents, friends, family, and teachers want. I’ll be just like Terrence, no one will know what hit them.
I’m not […]
I’m 27 I can’t take it!!!!!last week I tried to do it. I waited for my boyfriend to go out and I slit my wrist. He came back before he should have and found me. If he had just left me a lone i’d be dead. I injected a dose of drugs that should have killed me, but didn’t. My depression, drug use,cutting and weight are out of control now. I have thoughts that everyone would just be better off if I was gone. I know I will. I don’t know what my next step should be: live die whatever.
gone