i’ve had suicidal thoughts since i was in middle school. i thought they’d get better over time but they’ve only gotten worse… i’ve tried killing myself more than once but i backed out at the last minute because i got scared. i think about it all the time though… the thought of dying makes me feel calm. i had it all planned out too… i’d ask my friend to let me borrow his gun and then i’d go to the mountains. just me and that gun. i have a boyfriend and friends and i love them all so much, probably more than they realize. but […]
I grew up an orphan. My father has long been buried and, last I heard, my mother is crazy to a degree I wish never to emulate. After returning from my first deployment overseas, I learned I was never “intended” in the first place. I am caught up in a divorce where my wife has gone above and beyond the call of duty to makemy life a little slice of hell. I cannot find employment and the contract work I was doing is now over. I am broke, busted and disgusted with life in general. Even if I do get passed this-how […]
And the hour is almost near, soon to be taking part in a rare death that few have done. Will the end be Enveloping light or consuming dark? Maybe reancarnation.
I have a few questions if there are any botanists on here or people who know about nightshade that would be very helpful to me.
See you on the other side.
i wish the yelling in my head would stop. i’m tired and i want to sleep.
Fuck you.
You know who you fucking are.
All I ask is for a place to be my sanctuary without anybody I know barging in, but no, I can’t even have that.
I was hoping someone on this site could give me an idea where to go on the web or anywhere that couldn’t show me a way out. I’ve tried doctors, electroshock therapy, counseling, etc. Been horrible depressed for 30 years and now anxiety is daily to where it’s unbearable. Doing counseling, excercise, all the typical “cures” My doctor has me on 8 mgs of zanax a day and basically does nothing. Somebody please, 30 years of hell is enough. Contact me if you have any ideas
Kill me.
Kill me now, cut deep into my veins and bleed me until there’s nothing left
Nothing of me in this world
This wretched, hard, horrid place
Moving from mishap to mishap
never stopping
never breaking the cycle
I must get free of this cycle
The cycle bound by the chains of mortality
The only way to get out
to break free of my mortality
but the reason to get out?
to make life better.
STOP!
what is this?
this world? full of paradox and irony
the universe seems to cackle at every one of the informed
bringing them down further and further
there […]
The title explains it all, think about what you think this picture means or represents.
and I am no artist lol so if the picture quality’s bad I do apologize
I was just wondering how many people on this site do and don’t believe in God, and use him as a support or for extra strength. Anyway, the question is do you believe in god? If so why or why not? And most importantly how does your belief help you through your hardships?
You can also choose not to sacrifice yourself.
If you do choose to sacrifice yourself it can be for absolutley anything as long as it’s a truthful answer. I’m not going to name or hint at anything because i want to see what you all decide first.
I’m planning on making this a weekly thing. I’m just drawing how I’m feeling and seeing what comes out! Anyway, if you want to comment or just look, here’s my first one
The message on the knife is ‘worth’ and the message on the wall beside the girl is ‘vereor’
Almost everyone on this site is experiencing, has experienced or eventually will experience this.
Our feelings are not as black and white anymore, they’re not strong or weak to the external stimuli imbued upon our senses; really it’s just a numbness, extirpating mental perturbation but concomitantly attenuating sensibility and emotions. It all produces either a state of equanimity or mental chaos, depending on your level of introspection…
Basically, our feelings aren’t as simple as they used to be. There used to be a rational support behind our behaviors and emotions; now there isn’t. It’s all a mess, and we feel numb to the outside world. […]
I can’t help it. So much pressure. It feels too much. I hear on the internet of people who commit suicide, leaving their family and friends behind., and I cant help but feel jealous. They took the chance they had, they had the guts to do it. And I wish I were them. To be the one laying in the coffin, buried under the ground. To have taken too many pills or drained all the blood from my body.
Throughout the day, I find different ways of how to kill myself, accidents or self-lead, and all bring a smile to my face. but I just cant […]
Hi, my name is Zak and I don’t want to live anymore. I don’t fit in. Nobody respects me. I don’t have any particular talents. I used to think I could sing, but quickly realised that I couldn’t after being “booed” off the stage at a school talent show. Music is my one and only escape, but nobody likes my music (Metal) thinking that it’s “just noise”. Sometimes I come home and cut myself. I constantly lie to my girlfriend so that she doesn’t get worried about me. She knows I’m suicidal. I just think the world would be a lot better if I was […]
Really? That’s about all I ever hear from the one who should know better. All I can say is yes.
People wonder why I feel suicidal, why I want to kill myself. There isn’t much I can reply except that enough is enough.
I posted on this site a few weeks back, then attempted suicide, before being caught in the act and rushed to hospital. Something else that I failed at.
The thing is, even though I’m an adult now, I’m still haunted by the things that happened to me as a child. Haunted by how the things that happened to me made me into the person I am today.
I didn’t have the best childhood, and from a very young age was abused in […]
This is all so ridiculous. I have registered. I append my suicide post. I make a bid for death. And lo, some do-gooder with a human instinct for life saving pops up to talk me out of it. And if anyone thinks that you are serious, then an authority MAY, PERHAPS trace my email address and have me sectioned. Dear God it makes me want to spit fire. Let me alone, and I will not cause you, any of you an iota of trouble. Why I am posting here? Because I want to tell you all how sick of the Human Race I am. My […]
So today is day 1, I think… I told my boyfriend yesterday that I need help, because I want to die. I don’t know, he was busy or something, and told me no you don’t, lets go to the cinema, the kids are waiting (his kids not mine by the way). So after that, the day got worse. I went to visit my parents, and was feeling better, until my partner came to pick me up, he told me he likes visiting my parents as my mom knows how to “deal with me”
By the time I got home last night I was ready, I wanted […]
whenever I’m in the car driving to location x, I always think about what would happen if I got into a car accident. Would I finally be relieved of this weight that is my body, or would I survive and have to deal with even more shit in my life? I get so tempted to just drive off of the bridge and plunge to my death, my freedom, but I never do. Mainly because the car is brand new and we haven’t paid it off yet. Why let all that money spent go to waste? But whenever I see cliffs I always think about jumping […]
“In a world of inhumane reality, it is the only humane sanctuary left. That is dream” ~ Paprika (a 2006 sci-fi anime)
Reality is fucking harsh.
We, as pure normal human beings, would certainly want to get better in Life, and always seem to have HOPE (without Hope, we might as well not live, ‘cuz we would just be simply *existing*, a madness soulless shell indeed!).
But ‘unfortunately’ (though this word itself is arguable), REALITY just simply IS. It’s harsh, ‘cold’, in the context that it simply doesn’t *care* much of whether we will cry, or wail, or scream our voices to the sky,..Reality will simply be […]