im 12, ive been seriously cyber bullied….an email about me went around, it said mean things and callled me names, it said “forward this if you hate…” and my name…….thats basically when it started…….well, kinda…i wrote a lot like i do, i liked metal / screamo, i just never thought to hurt myself…..and my parents havent helped…:(
~I stared up the grassy incline and saw a tall, slender silhouette. The falling sun beams pierced my vision as I looked. It seemed to be of a young man; maybe 17. I started to climb the hill to see what was on the other side. When I reached the peek, the boy greeted me with fear in his eyes. I ignored him and looked down the other side. It was steep and rocky with a rigid pool at the base. The boy looked at me out of the corner of his eye. He seemed nervous; he bit his lips and was rubbing his hands. […]
Hello I am a 39 year old woman that really hates life. I seem to be stuck in a deep depression and everyday it gets worse. I feel like the biggest failure in the world. I have been divorced now 4 years and just got out of a terrible relationship with a guy I loved very much. I tried to move on and I just cannot get him out of my mind. I have been treated so badly by men that I am scared to even go out with another man. I tried going out with my friend one night and I made the mistake […]
i am a 25 years old female with 3 wonderful children and a loving husband. I am going to say that my life was never this happy. I grew up in the ghetto of Brooklyn NY..though i had a loving mother and father and 3 other siblings. i went through things in life that made me rebel. Rape, Molestation, drugs, etc. I was just an unhappy teen. I was always to myself, and still to this day I am the same way. But I am more happier now than i was back than, i was just dark.at the age of 7 i was molested till i […]
dark man.
sitting in my chair
sitting in my mind
wrap his hands round my neck
i cant breathe
i cant see
dark man.
dark man.
wait for night
to strike
to watch life
drain from my eyes
the spirit’s gone, so its no fun.
just mercy, you say.
a mercy killing you say.
mercy.
my heart pounds as yours does not.
what a pathetic shit, you think.
what a life and not gonna use it.
he will take it for the night.
does everything i cannot
and in the end
end.
the dark man’s gonna kill me, ma.
mama, he’s gonna kill me.
i need help nothing feels like it exists i need love i need peace i need someone to talk to marc.gambino@yahoo.com
i have learned the meaning of life. i’ve known it for a long time. life is what you make, therefore one must interpret life in their own way to find a meaning of it. there, i just answered the controversial question. i believe i do deserve a treat for that. if there are any other questions that i can figure out, ill be happy to answer.
damn how i should be a philosopher.
If I´d die tomorrow in a car accident or someone would break into our house and kill me, the thought is agonizing.
But when I think about killing myself, as my own choice, it doesn´t feel suffocating at all. On the contrary: it feels like a relief, an escape from all the pain. Ain´t that weird, since the resolve is the same?
my name is Suzy and ive been with my boyfriend for about 3 years now. i have a feeling that he is cheating on me but he keeps saying hes not. i have very low self esteem  im very jealous and protective of him. i hate him talkin to any other girls besides me… i dont know if thats normal its just the way i am. well hes in the army and does drill once a month… and i have a feeling that this girl named kelly is trying to hook up with him when hes there.  i check his email and facebook and see messages between […]
~I flung my bag to the ground and sped up. I looked behind me and saw the source of my fear. He was tall, skinny, and clean-shaven; usually attractive to me but he had a knife. It was long and sharp. I turned my face forward again and saw an incline. The land was sloping at an intense level. I reached the bottom and tried to ascend; I couldn’t. The leaves slipped under my feet and I fell onto my chest I slid down and he was right there. I looked at him; he gave me a soft look and held out a hand. I […]
I may not live to adulthood. I may perish before then. If I don’t, who will care? It won’t affect anyone. I can make no difference in this world. I only ruin the environment and economy with the food and drink I intake and the price I cost. Life would be easier and better for everyone if I weren’t around. I must not show my death wishes or true emotions to others; that shows weakness to myself and nature. I cry every now and then, I let it all out. I never cry in front of anybody; it shows a state of patheticness. I’m […]
~I ran through the woods, and every so often glanced behind me to see if he was still there. Each time I looked back I saw him following at a brisk walk behind me, grinning as if to scare away all living things. He had a long 12 inch knife and I was terrified. I ran for ever, I was running out of breath as my legs began to hurt. My foot caught on a root and I fell onto the hard, leaf covered ground. I let out a sharp shriek and I felt the skin of my knees and palms split open. He was […]
~My feet hit the ground with a thud. I walked in the center of the two steel rods with one on either side of me. Leaves and rubbish swirled around me as I walked north. I passed three teenagers drinking alcohol; they paused and watched me. I continued forward. A loud rumble pierced the air; an extremely bright light flared on and blinded me. Pain shot into my brow and warm colors spotted my vision. One of the adolescents yelled at me, their voice shrieked above everything else. The light was closer, a foot from me, six inches, three inches, bam. Pain flowed from my […]
Hi i’m a 25 year old female living in Australia since the age of two. I write this post for everyone but particularly for those young teens out there who feel helpless and alone and feel that the only way it is a self inflicted death, please read on…
I was born in a third world latin american country from parents who survived war and famine. I was blessed to have been brought here and forever greatful I will be. A year after coming to Australia my dad suffered a horrific work accident that left him physically and mentally scarred for life. He became a […]
First of all, TL;DR.
I read the following on one of the links from this site:
“It is the part of the person that is afraid of more pain that says Don’t tell anyone. It is the part that wants to stay alive that tells you about it.â€
It just made me think about the fact that it’s been over three years since I’ve admitted to anyone that I was depressed or had thoughts of suicide, even though that has been the case every single day since I last admitted it.
It’s been 1188 days since I last revealed to anyone I knew personally that I still felt no […]
I need method inspiration. The best ideas I have seen require using obscure things that aren’t really possible for me to obtain, or perhaps I am just not as resourceful… Anyway I would love it if people could give me some method inspiration. Note: Hanging is not an option (PTSD flashbacks from my brother’s death)
Ok, I’m not depressed all the time, in fact I am pretty optimistic about life. However, I have times when I want to die- seriously die. I have seriously contemplated suicide for more than two years, but as the years go on, more and more work and stress are put on me. I have considered hanging myself or jumping off a building many times, and was at the potential suicide sites (places I could die, not any special place, but just where I was sure I would die if I hanged myself or jumped off, without anyone interfereing) just because I wanted to die. I […]
I just wrote about this on another post, but I’d like to extrapolate further rather than going on a tangent.
Almost everyone on this site has a dark passenger. The side of your personality that’s defined by society as dark, mysterious, depressing, or even screwed up. Personally, I like this side of me. Sure I seem well-adjusted, easy to talk to, going out with friends to movies and laughing at asinine comments and jokes. It’s all a show. I’m getting fucking sick of it.
Let’s bring up a couple examples:
The Movies – like 44 million other people in the world, I went out and made the […]
I take the blade from my dresser, sliding my fingers against it, just feeling the blade..it’s cold and sharp..exactly how I like them to be. I pull up my hoodie sleeve, swiftly letting the blade hover over my wrist. I push the blade down, and with a quick movement, it’s all over. The blood pours down my hand, dripping onto the shirt my Father had given me. I’m dizzy now. Not knowing what’s going on. I try to stand, but fall. Blood is now on my clothes and face. I lay there, color fading to black_________________________________________________________dead.
Tell me I’m beautiful. Tell me my life has a pourpose. Tell me that I’m loved. I will never hear that….which hurts the most….”Gray would be the color, if I had a heart.”