Can you believe that? I sat in a police station at 26 years old in front of my 51 year old mother and shared all the dirty details of what he did to me. In the end – I was cast aside. I was called a liar, a trouble maker, ect. I had no motive to lie about any of this. I had lived out 15 years of my life like NOTHING happened. And when I finally told them – I was a liar. My mom who I thought was my best friend told my Aunt & Uncle I had “Exagerated”. She betrayed me too […]

Each time I would leave there feeling as though I had conquered the problem and could lead a normal life. And each time I was wrong.

I left public school after the stay my junior year. I started at an alternative school, and things seemed to be getting better. For the first time, I met a guy that I really fell in love with. I had dated men before when I was younger and going through my “experimental” stage, but I always knew that in my heart it wasn’t right for me. But this guy was different, which in reality only caused more depressions for me […]

It’s like I’m dead to you. Do I mean nothing to you?

I go out of my way to see you and say hello, but you just throw it back in my face. You take me for granted.

When I met you I thought you’d change my life, and you did. It took everything I had to tell you that I missed you. Everything. And when you told me you missed me too I believed you. I shouldn’t have. That was my mistake.

Every single time you walked past I would wait for you to say something to me, just like you said you would. And when you […]

Ten days till  a year since my first attempt.

Overdosing is shit.

I wish I was braver. I would really like to jump in front of a train. Or off of a building.

All I ever research is the helium hood method and other painless ways to die. I wish I had the courage to face the pain of death. How can I expect to die when I can’t even work up the nerve to jump or cut or hang myself?

I pray to God everyday, asking Him to take my life.

My greatest wish is to fall asleep and never wake up.

If only death was that easy.

There’s no doubt […]

my dad was my biggest insperation. he killed himself when i was 9 to suicide. my life hasn’t been easy since then i cut all over my body and now ridden with scars that just remind me of him and what he must have went through. i tried to kill myself but have failed; but tbh’ i think i failed because it’s not 100% the way i want to go and have my family remember me. i want to be at peace and my family to be happy.

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does the subject font appear this way to everyone?

With so much pain and suffering here, I know that some of the writers will have achieved their desire to leave this world. Does anyone know the stats? Are there any forum members you know who have died at their own hand. I suspect its a small number. Hope you are one of the ones who gets better and doesnt need us anymore. For myself, my plan has taken 30 years to form enough that I am ready. I have the helium, have my letters written, the place selected. Just waiting for a chance to be alone. How will you know if I am successful. […]

Are you ready to die because of something/ things that have happened to you or do you have S.I ; suicidal ideation.

“Suicidal behavior exists along a continuum from thinking about ending one’s life (“suicidal ideation”), to developing a plan, to non-fatal suicidal behavior (“suicide attempt”), to ending one’s life (“suicide”).” Where do you sit on the continuum. Thinking about it, attempting without a plan. Seriously planning, assessing consequences and possibilities, or ….. what?

Today is a day like all the others. There is just absolutely no point left in living. What is the point.. if i’m going to die anyway what difference does it matter when it happens. Everybody thinks I’m well and too pretty so I should appreciate how well my life is going.

I was sexually abused for years by family members. He constantly broke me until I now am stuck doing it to myself. I cut and cut and cut but the pain doesn’t go away. My family is abusive in every way possible and it’s getting to me. I’m 23 years old with the emotional […]

hai im shan a loner from Asia im looking for some one….im depressed ans suicidal hoping to hang very soon.. if there is anyone from asia please mail me  s.tck40@yahoo.com

I’m so tired of all the condescending niceties people say to me.  They tell me it’ll get better.  It’s been over 8 years and no, it hasn’t.  They say maybe a different drug will help.  I’ve been on 9 different drugs in various combinations and no, nothing has worked for any significant amount of time.  They tell me that exercise will help.  I did cross country and track throughout high school and that never helped in the slightest.  They tell me to “fake it until you make it.”  Why don’t I get a steel baseball bat and you can “fake it until you make it” […]

I don’t want to be here. I stay because I don’t want to hurt my family. I hate my life, it has no point. I hate myself; I’m ugly inside and out. I’m depressed, but I’m too depressed to do anything about it. I hurt myself when instead I should help myself. I don’t have motivation to do anything, but I need to do something to help my depression. ALL I THINK ABOUT IS DEATH; MY DEATH.

For those of you who have pondered through this and have gone through careful consideration, what method have you come up with? Which is easiest or least painful in your opinion?

I’m kinda new on here and would really like to have someone to talk to about this kinda stuff..  Today wasnt the worst day ever. I always try to stay possitive but somedays i just cant.

People give me your opinions on the meaning of life and what is our purpose of living?

Is this is what life is. To face the challenges the world throws at you. Well i face it. I face it big time. Im dying and weeping on the inside. Being a stubborn as can be and look at me. I push two people away whom try to help me. I didnt need it. I didnt want it. Thewy were just wasting their time. I even told them that but insted of listening i get yell at. And see… they left they are done with me like everyone else. They are doing putting up with me. They deicide to do something now? But its […]

Im having trouble staying happy. I go from happy to sad in just hours. nothing really happens. I just see something or hear something and Im sad. the medication isnt even working anymore

I feel as if, I thrive to drive myself insane. As if, I’m trying to tear myself down piece by piece on others’ well-being. It feels like I’m a glutten for misery, nothing can change that. I’ve tried my best to make the better of myself, to make myself happy. It’s like I’ve been mutilated beyond my own recognition. Nothing seems to make me happy, smile, or laugh anymore. Everything just seems to get harder, and tear me down as I move on. It’s like I’m pathetic, completly worthless. I’m numb to everything, I feel nothing anymore; nothing but pain, misery, depression, sadness. Like, it’s […]

each day is getting harder. i dont know how much more i can take. i am left with nothing but a broken heart and im miserable with no one to talk to.

Two feet on the ground…Pain
Two feet dangling in the air…I don’t care
Six feet under… I’ll go there…