It’s the question I always end up asking myself when I’m feeling this way: What would it take – what would you have to have, what would have to happen, what about you or your life would have to change – to make you want to be present in your life again, at least to the extent that you wouldn’t think about checking out? I’m not talking something grand and glorious (winning the lottery, discovering your “true purpose in life,” finding your soulmate, etc.), or what you would need to make you truly happy forever and ever, but rather the minimum thing it would take […]
You bring me so low, and then you raise me 10 million miles into the sky, and then you let me fall. Fall back down harder and faster. It hurts, and I cant do it. Eventually, I’ll run when you try to raise me up. It only leads to more heartache.
Burnt myself again. Cryed.
Relapseing.
I don’t care. I want it all to end. Tired, so tired.
Ema Hathaway should still be signing out this year. I hope.
How come I can see your whole life story and tell when you’re are lieing in your eyes,
But you can’t see my one emotion or tell when I’m lieing in mine?
I don’t know what to do anymore, I seriously need help. I can’t stop cutting, it’s all I ever think about even when I think of everything else it always comes back to my razor.
Things are so shit right now, the men who tried to groom me for so long are finally free and out of prison. One lives in my road, I’m so scared I don’t know what to do. I know they’re gonna come back for me. They promised this before they went inside. What do I do? :'(
So much shit is happening right now, I know others have it so much […]
seriously there is no point in me livin.
im always a garbage to whom all i loved
i dont know what to do with this
im addicted to drugs
nobody really wants me everyone think im lost
that made me like this
nothing is going in the right way
nothing will surely go for me in th e right way.
 i dont know what to do
so tired of everybody and everything….nothing I do seems to be right and everything I do seems to be wrong….I’m tired of trying….tired of failing….tired of pulling myself back up only to be knocked down again….why try? am I stupid or just hard headed? I’m afraid it’s because I still cling to hope that maybe things will get better….and hope is a dangerous thing…it’s what keeps you getting you hurt time and time again….it’s what makes you get back up instead of staying down like an intelligent person….
This past month or so I’ve been trying to move past suicide and I was succeeding but like what’s been happening for the past year my past just keeps on coming back like a big black cloud and it gets worse every time to deal with.
All I’ve done all my life is the wrong thing and I now see no matter what I do I can’t win.
I just don’t want to do this any more and that suicide is truly the only way out from this mental pain.
My mo just knowticed all my new cuts on my wrist and two on my stomach.
Since I always wear bracelets, she thought it was from that.
Thank god.
One day at a a time. One day. One. One moment. One long, long eternity where nothing changes. Nothing changes inside me. Outside me. The world, swirling in it’s little orbit and I’m holding on. For what? For the future I’ll never have because I can’t see past tomorrow. For the cat I’ll have when I live by myself because I can’t keep a relationship. For those days I wake up and find that I remember yesterday, yet I don’t really care anymore.
I don’t remember the last time I had a dream. Not a sleeping dream, a DREAM. Something I wanted, something I could strive […]
Think back to that boy, the one that only wanted to make you proud.
He did everything the best he could, hoping that he would hear those four precious words.
But you were only embarased and ashamed.
He endured all that you did to him, his strength would be enough to make you proud.
But it wasn’t it was only enough to anger you.
He learned to draw to make you proud, he learned to write.
But still, he wasn’t good enough.
He graduated early, and still he wasn’t even worth a thought.
No one saw it fit to tell him you weren’t his father […]
i need someone to talk to. i really need to. does anyone here have a messenger so we can talk? im so problematic 🙁
I stumbled upon this site tonight after searching broken heart suicide. Most forums seem to condemn the person who wants to die…..as if some people who contemplate suicide don’t already feel enough guilt as it is.
I don’t blame the person who last hurt me….but I wish would have understood the pain her words and actions caused. Same with my family…..I’m beginning to dislike them though. I do blame God, because he doesn’t care. Anyway, sorry for writing so much on my first post.
I can’t cry.
I can’t honestly smile.
I can’t show my emotions all of a sudden.
I actually can’t.
I miss it when I could.
Go to sleep and close your eyes,
And dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn.
You know the pain that they have endured
Silver metal shine so bright
Scarlet blood that feels so right.
Dream of that blood trickling down,
And wake up just before you drown.
The moonlight shining off your tears
As you bleed out your worst fears.
So tonight when you start to cry
Whisper the cutters lullaby: Hushabye baby, you’re almost dead You don’t have a pulse and your pillow is red.
Your family hates you
Your friends let you bleed
Sleep tight with a knife,
Cause its all […]
Cuts don’t have to be big,
To be bad.
The longest cut, could not be deep.
But the shortest, always can.
I don’t want her to die…
Go to sleep and close your eyes,
And dream of broken butterflies
That tore their wings against a thorn.
You know the pain that they have endured
Silver metal shine so bright
Scarlet blood that feels so right.
Dream of that blood trickling down,
And wake up just before you drown.
The moonlight shining off your tears
As you bleed out your worst fears.
So tonight when you start to cry
Whisper the cutters lullaby:
Hushabye baby, you’re almost dead
You don’t have a pulse and your pillow is red.
Your family hates you
Your friends let you bleed
Sleep tight with a knife,
Cause its all that you […]
This is my first post on this website. I was searching for a line from a movie when I found it. It kind of reminds me of the website in the book By The Time You Read This I’ll Be Dead by Julia Ann Peters. I think this website is exactly what I need.
So basically it all started in 2009 when my cousin Timmy, who had brain cancer, started getting worse. It wasn’t noticeable at first  but then his symptoms started showing, such as his inability to see straight or talk. He seemed fine until after his 8th birthday on June 24th. So my mom, grandma and […]
 My grandmother just accused me of haveing anorexia and if theres one thing i know i do not whatsoever have an eating disorder and i am not in denile right now.Im not eating suuuuure because im not hungry can’t people understand that i mean i know your worried because i almost passed out on the street today but that’s not because im not eating i mean i was HOT today and i also have a throat infection and stuff like that and then i ad like 2 sweaters on cuz my grandma thought it was gonna be cold.Honestly eating disorders is a confusing topic with […]