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February 17th, 2018by jessika_0402

It all started in 7 grade the year of 2017 in the month of April that i lost my virginity to one of my brothers friends he was 18 i was 14. He made me promise him i wouldn’t tell anybody and i didn’t, but he told everyone then told my brother and dad then moved out and when i started going out or school all i would get is dirty looks and people would say things about me behind my back. Started calling me names “slut” “whore” “skank” “*****” i tried to ignore it but it just kept being thrown at me.

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You aren’t alive.

February 17th, 2018by Octr

You killed us both,
Now don’t get me wrong I know this is all my fault but we were hanging by a thread and you cut the string.
Now you can say I was too much and I pushed you too far, beat us both black and blue and covered us in scars but, I never once gave up.
I was in a bad place for a long time said and did so many fucked up things but I loved you, with all my heart, that part was true and you know it.
May have been sick and twisted but i loved you.
You weren’t innocent though, drop dead honestly …

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hysterically laughing

February 17th, 2018by Belle99

So, I was in the middle of looking up the best ways to kill myself when a friend knocked on my door and asked if she could borrow a skirt. After she left, I went right back to doing what I was doing before and somehow it was the funniest thing. Like I was laughing hysterically. I mean I felt so shitty, yet I was still able to interact with her normally, and she didn’t even notice anything was up. I don’t know if this makes any sense, but just thought I’d share.

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i’m sorry

February 17th, 2018by EmoPanda

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry you thought I’d be a perfect person.

I’m sorry my body wasn’t skinny enough.

I’m sorry I wasn’t smart enough.

I’m sorry sex wasn’t enough to me like it was to you.

I’m sorry I didn’t let your hands run freely through my body.

I’m sorry I screamed when you hit me.

I’m sorry I laid awake at night thinking of all the ways I could make you happy when you weren’t doing the same.

I’m sorry I’m a piece of shit

But this is the last time I’m saying it.

I’m sorry.

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February 17th, 2018by Jean-bean102

I want the knife to go across my neck

I want my brain to be shattered behind me with a bang

I want the water shallow me whole

I want someone to beat me senseless

I want to wonder aimless off the road

I want my breathe taken away from me.

Just make it go away.

Be gone

Be away

Be nothing more.

Why can’t I just drop dead? Why not? Please just let me.

I don’t want to be strong anymore.

Because it means loneliness.

Loneliness do not kill, but a curse from a beating heart

That do not know when to quit.


I want it to stop. I want the loneliness to stop. If I made a new …

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Just not tonight.

February 17th, 2018by Jean-bean102

Today, I just happen to saw the post where she called me ex friend. About time. Oh well. 5 years… I hope it means something at least.

I went to the pond at the park. I have half of mind to just drive myself into the water. Or just bring a gun to my head. But I didn’t do those thing. I didn’t think about it just because I am hurt. Not it is not that reason. I was very disappointed. it was the longest friendship I had and it didn’t works out. I see that she allow her anxiety and pull the negative things and …

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Today’s The Day…

February 17th, 2018by ashwednesday

My sister’s birthday is on Monday and she came home this weekend to celebrate which of course brought all sorts of drama.

Thursday: I texted my sister to find out her plans – no response.

Friday: My sister invited our mother to her friend’s house for pizza and cake, but mom didn’t want to go – allegedly because I wasn’t invited. Sister went to her friend’s house. Mom went for coffee with her friend. I stayed home alone (which was fine with me). Sister “noticed” my text from previous day and texted me to ask if I wanted to go for supper. I told her that Mom …

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First Post

February 17th, 2018by 000

I guess I joined this. Huh. Have fun, I guess.

Don’t really enjoy living, so if anyone wants to talk to me, go right on ahead, I guess. Not sure if I’m using this site for its intended purpose, but whatever.

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When the Breakdown is Over

February 17th, 2018by Iucy

This is one of poems I’ve written: When the breakdown is over
The worst part about a breakdown is when it’s over
For a few minutes that feel like years
You just sit there, with your bloodshot eyes and your tear stained face…
Everything around you is quiet
And you’re sad; you’re so so sad
Yet everything is numb
Everything is empty
You look straight ahead into the nothingness that you are
Then… you think back to what happened a few minutes ago
And you wish you could go back in time
Just so that you could comfort your own self
So that you could give yourself a hug, because no one else would
So that you could …

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Bored to Death… Literally

February 17th, 2018by Belle99

I want to fucking die. Life sucks, and it’s super boring. Why am I in college because I don’t even know what I’m doing and why I’m here. Everyone just cares about themselves and no one else because people are innately selfish. All I want to do every day is sleep all day, and I’m getting sick of it. I need to escape this repetitive, boring life. We are all dying anyway so why not speed it up. I would kill myself but it’s too scary and hard, plus I love my mom and wouldn’t want to make her upset. This means, however, that I …

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The sharp knife of perfection

February 17th, 2018by xoxosiamese-catxoxo

Machines judge. They don’t love. They are a computer coded with millions of perfection standars that a human heart couldn’t meet. So machines live by constant dysphoria , cynicism, misogyny and the perfect dream. Of the perfect creation that will redeem them . A fiery model that exhilarates them – most of all because they’re plastic mannequin looking. She would be so sure of herself because her lips are worth the kiss prince gave to Snow White , her hair is chinese silk, her posture is graceful and her caracter resembles a french femme fatale. Does love exist? Or people have just turned their hearts …

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It’s been a while

February 17th, 2018by ughlife

So I haven’t posted in a while. My life started getting a little better, but now it’s just going down hill again and it really sucks. I am proud of myself, I don’t think about killing myself or hurting myself much anymore.

Ugh and I need to learn that I don’t need a boy to make me happy. But when a boy does come into my life he is usually what gets me out of my “suicide” phase I guess.

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Innocent until death seams good

February 16th, 2018by Ghost111111

Most people who are not depressed or suffering a mental illness simply feel like commiting suicide because of incidents or because life is miserable for a while. Or because life hurt them and they can’t or don’t want to move on in other words.

My story isn’t like that. All that is just icing on the cake for me. that kind of thing has happened to me but it was the last straw that made me stop trying not the overall cause. I’m sitting here on the roof of a four story building thinking of jumping for the record. To begin with I stayed …

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So just curious what ideas people might have about my situation

February 16th, 2018by Ghost111111

I started out in life with an addiction to electronics. From well before I New better. And therefore didn’t get a lot of social interaction. I also didn’t interact with family much. So long story short I wound up with a lack of experience couple with people reacting negatively to me. For far too long I stayed innocent clinging to it in the end feeling like letting go of it would be unbearable. Clung to silk imagination fantasy and refusal to accept and deal with reality. I was separated from all I knew due to acting out in frustration by prison. I wasn’t a murderer …

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Difficult Process

February 16th, 2018by Jean-bean102

Whew… I made some difficult process recently..

Sigh.. I hate to admit this but I have been sort of stalking my ex-best friend for awhile. I am not proud of it. I recently completely stops. I don’t check on her for about a week now. It is nice…it feel less weight on me. I used to check on her social media few time everyday while I am process to heal myself at same time. Stupid idea. It slow me down. I told myself that I am just worry about her well being. But it is not really 100% true. I was hoping I would see any …

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Anyone else relate?

February 16th, 2018by Vertrag

I read a article online about constant suicidal ideation, and had the urge to write about my own struggles. Can anyone relate, or want to share their experience?

Here’s my take on it:

    Tomorrow. It’s something most people don’t really think much about. They just assume it will come. For me, it is something that often feels uncertain. I don’t know if I will have a tomorrow. I don’t know if there is a next day for me. It’s terrifying because I never know which day is the last. Which day my suicidal thoughts will overcome me and I will lose my battle.


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February 16th, 2018by shelby

 this is my first time posting on here, or rather anywhere about my messed up self. I just realized today that I’m a compulsive liar. And I’m like a kleptomaniac or something.

i go to a boarding school, so tons of girls all living together. It’s fun, I have plenty of friends. But, since I’m as messed up as I am, I steal from them. And being the idiot I am, when they ask me, I say ‘what the hell thats messed up we definitely have a thief in the dorm’ because obviously, I have a problem.

Right there is one example of both of my problems.

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Other People Are Hell

February 16th, 2018by basefree

Other people and their expectations ruin my day. I want to be surrounded by those with zero expectations of me. I am a flight not fight person. In any conflict or confrontation I immediately want to get away from the individual who is the source of the conflict. Getting away and being alone immediately makes me feel better. I think I am meant to be a loner.

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February 16th, 2018by unknownsoldier

I feel like the line between what’s right and what is wrong has become blurred to me. I don’t know if that’s good or not. It has been bothering me that I don’t really feel anything anymore and now this.

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An update

February 16th, 2018by Elysianvinyl

Hello! If you remember any of my last posts (I don’t blame you if you dont), I’m currently in a mental rehabilitation center as necessary due to my recent suicide attempt. They allowed me technology today.

They’ve been shoving psyciatric pills down my throat and it’s so annoying, but I guess whatever helps. I hope to be out by the end of March.

See you the next time Im allowed my phone. Stay strong.


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