i forgot to give you guys my email this morning/last night. if you ever want to talk my email is doctorwho2322@aim.com i don’t check it that often so dont get worried if i don’t email you back for a couple of days.
Today was a close call. Had I been left to my own devices the next step wouldve been to devise a plan to get me out of here.
You know what I mean I dont have to say it.
So far so good I am still here not yet devising any method of exit.
I imagine its really just the coward in me. I dont believe in half measures so should I get as far as making the plan it will be executed.
So thats it all I have to report at this time.
Before any of you do something drastic remember how devastated those […]
Hey does anybody know the person Angel Ashes method to end it this person said they had a good way to end it but didn’t post what it was. If anyone knows what that method was can you please post it. Also Angel Ash of you get a chance to be online can you please post it? I’d like to really know. Thanks all
can’t I just,
lay here
forever
with you
my invisable.
In audible words, unspoken.
but heard.
beaded with glossy notes
enforced to falter.
condencing, misting
I peer into my own heart
and I cry.
Last night (Well actually the dream carried on until 1:25, making it a 12 hour dream…) I spent the night in a sort of purgatory that is not to be misconstrued with that of the Catholic faith. I don’t really know what my cause of death was, and I’d much rather spare the details to those who want to know, but considering that I live 50% of my life in the sub-conscience, I can say it was the most pain I’ve experienced, whether in reality or asleep; Now I’m completely shaken and confused and convinced that I don’t even want to sleep.
My skype is mimimoxie
Reflection reflection
tell me your name
Perfection perfection
the apple of my eye
Glassy wisdom
with a touch of hope
A pencil creates the meaning
But the hand is the meaning
You’re future, my future
connect them like old fassioned phones
Two seperate things
but they hold the same thoughts
Capture the moment
like a little, sweet bird
softly, with cupped hands
Feel it’s heart beat.
Reflection reflection
tell me your name
Perfection perfection
the apple of my eye…
I have suffered from depression, panic attacks and loneliness for as long as I can remember. I was diagnosed with severe clinical depression and panic disorder at 21, but I think by then it was too late. a decade of meds and therapy later, I am still struggling to keep my head above water. I have my good days, my good months, but the crushing pain always comes back and I don’t see it ending… and I don’t think I can live like this.
As I see it, it’s the same thing as people who live with MS, or other types of chronic physical pain. […]
Im just moments away from leaving this world anyone still think they can help?
I always used to think verbs used to describe pain were, quite frankly crap. ‘broken’, ‘dead’, ‘stunted’.
now I don’t.
I deleted my post earlier, the one which said ‘is it weird that I want the scars which cone from cutting?… I want to stop feeling invisible’ because something about it felt wrong. I don’t know what, and now I feel really bad for deleting it because I got some really helpful comments. I always feel annoyed at myself for everything I do, it’s bad. I never want to do anything anymore, just stay in bed each day and not go out, but with school that’s impossible.
so I don’t know if I’ll ever be back on here; to read posts and comments, not because I’ve committed suicide but simply because I’ve probably forgotten my password or the whole thing all together.
I won’t tell you my name but I’m a 15 year old girl from Australia. I came across this site when I googled suicide stories.
I want to tell you my thoughts and problems because I have no one else to talk to, no one who’ll understand.
Every year something happens that fucks up my life, my trust with my parents and relationships with friends. It’s annoying cos everytime this happens […]
if i inject an air bubble in my vain via a needle, won’t that kill me? i can get a needle because my mum is a diabetic, im not sure ill be able to do it because she’ll blame herself for leaving them out in the open where i could get them. i think my mum and sister suspect im cutting again. not good i won’t be able to cut on my arms anymore. 🙁
It’s actually pretty surreal writing this. I’ve seen this site more than a few times. I’ve been brought to tears by some of the people who wrote here. I’ve tried to kill myself more times than I want to remember. I mean I’ve fit a noose around my neck, taken one too many pills, or stood on the edge of a high building more than enough times. I’ve come close. I fell I’m old enough to understand my position. It’s truly sad for me to read of these 12 and 13 year olds saying they want to die. […]
I no longer know what to do. Every morning I put a big fat smile on and at school make alot of jokes to try to feel good, but I don’t. I have so much to live for, but I feel like I don’t. Now depression envelops me like a cold blanket that will never come off. It’s now to the point that I can no longer live. My head says that this is just stupid but my heart tells me to just give up. I have no friends, never did. And although I’m a good-looking 15 year-old teen, I have no one but myself. […]
I want to end it as soon as possible my life is not worth it as I’ve ruined before now I’d like to ruin it for good. Today I spent the whole day looking for painless ways to end it. The only thing that excited me today and can probably ever can at this point is the fact that I found a painless accessible way to end my life. I found a painless way to end it.
She watches as her life passes
her past haunts her dreams
her arms covered in gashes
in her head she screams
cutting deeper
as the tears roll down
her future falls to ashes
its happiness she seeks
as the blade cuts her heart weakens
as the floor creaks her heart races hiding her evidence
putting things back in their places
the door opens but all they see is a lie
fake smiles and long sleeves
why doesnt anyone see?
that I could be gone by July
i don’t understand what i did to deserve such an awful feeling inside me.
So im sitting in jail for taking a gun to school i have a sheet and a razor to cut myself then hang myself so Bye idc if im to young i cnt take it anymore in this hellhole
What do I say? There are no words to describe what I’m feeling right now…. what’s the closest I can come to putting it into words? IDK…
Sorrow, hopeless, dead, despondant, pointless….pain.
Yet at the same time… there’s , this nothingness, this resignation that its time…
I don’t want to text Matt, poor guy has crazy hours as it is… ahhh, the life of a shrink! Not to mention I’ve just gotten to where I’ve pretty much given up… must be frustrating knowing I’m coming in, yet he doesn’t get mad at me… on his phone a little too much maybe but not mad, … […]