I’m Here Laying In Bed Thinking To Myself If I’ll Die From My Virus. I Don’t Know What Kind Of Virus I Have, But I Know It’s Getting Worser Each Day. I Have Nothing To Do, And My Horrible Sister Is Watching TV. And My Dad Still Isn’t Talking To Anyone And He’s On His Computer. My Mom Is Almost At Work Everyday. And Me? I’m Just Doing What I Always Do Everyday, Writing About My Feelings, Thinking About How Sick I Am, And Trying To Commit Suicide. I Don’t Really Know What To Do Anymore. I Wish Everyone Had The Life That […]
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Hi There.
I’m Not Perfect.
I’m Not A Millionaire.
I Have My Ups And Downs.
I Don’t Have A Regular Life Like You.
I’m Sick Of Being Teased And Bullied By Everyone.
I Am Very Suicidal To Myself And Hate Everyone And Myself.
I Don’t Have The Dream Life Or A Perfect House Or A Perfect Boyfriend.
I Don’t Hide My Cuts And Scars Because I Want People To Know That I Am Who I Am.
At Times I Can Be Friendly And Cool And Okay, But At Sometimes I Can Hide […]
I honestly don’t know where to begin. I know this isn’t where I thought I would be, at 34. Writing an anonymous blog about how the scope of my life suddenly seems meaningless.  I’m tired of smiling on the outside when I’m crying on the inside. I’m tired of helping people through all their misery and pain, yet they forget to help me when I’m in need. I’m tired of work, and the stress it has caused me — but I’ve gone too far. I’m too accomplished that leaving would cause all the would-be supporters to clamor, “you’re such an idiot for throwing away your career.” […]
Hi everyone.
This is my first and probably last post on this site. No, it’s not because I’ll be dead tomorrow. I just need to let out my feelings on here, once and only once, because I can’t do it in real life.
First off, I don’t care who’s reading this, since it’s anonymous. I’ll say that I probably can’t be considered truly suicidal anymore, because I don’t ever seriously think about suicide–it’s mostly a compulsive thing that plagues me when I’ve had a bad day. The reason I’m really here is because I’ve had so many feelings lately and no one to talk to about them, […]
She painted a pretty pictureÂ
But this picture had a twist
You see..
Her paintbrush is a razor
And her canvas is her wrist
She paints her pretty picture
In the colour that is blood red
While using her sharp paintbrush
She ends up finally dead
Her pretty picture is fading
Quite slowly on her arm
The blood is not racing through her
She can no longer do harm
She painted a pretty picture
But her picture had a twist you see
Her mind was the razorÂ
And her heart was just the wrist..
So, this is odd I’ve never let out but now I don’t know I feel its necessary to put this out there I feel as if nothing truly matters anymore and I just don’t seem to care about anything including my own life by now..And also I’ve been so depressed and unhappy I know oh woe is me…I just feel the need to write this, I’ve never been truely happy it’s been so long I numb this pain that I occasionally get with pills alcohol and drugs and I feel great like nothigs wrong and lately I started to get the itch to do it […]
Hi.
I’m 23, I’ve been suicidal since I was 11. I don’t really know how it feels not to be depressed, I guess. Being this way has been its own vicious cycle. When I’m sad, I drive away the people I love. When I drive away the people I love, I feel worse. Then there is the other stuff, you know, letting people down just by being disappointing. Letting myself down too. I hate myself. I like to think that if suddenly some person came along and loved me unconditionally, it’d change things, but I know that isn’t true. I know what I am supposed to […]
I was approached today by a friend about her supicion I was thinking about self termination. She lost her first husband to suicide and does volunter work for a prevention hotline a couple nights a month. I guess I was an easy read for her. It caught me off guard damn it and I stumbled. I confessed. What a stupid idiot I am. How could I have been so inept and careless!! It was a foolish liability to give away my desire/need. I hindered the time I had planned to make it so, by self sabatage. She offered to drive me to a hospital, like i would let that happen again. I […]
Let me start by stating that this is a long vent. I’m not here for sympathy or attention. If I wanted attention I wouldn’t be doing this anonymously. If I wanted sympathy it wouldn’t be from internet strangers I know nothing about. I just want to throw my feelings out in public anonymously. Something most of us can’t do in real life…
And so I vent…
I moved to college and my parents got a dog to replace me. My friends thought that was sad, but I always told them it was okay; my parents are happy now…but in truth it wasn’t okay. It hurt. I kept […]
Too deep to hurt,
yet too painful to ignore,
i try to forget,
but there’s blood on my floor.
screaming inside,
but mouth swollen into a smile,
i sing a song,
cause i know I’ll be here awhile.
it stings and it burns,
like fire among us,
but don’t worry at all,
i won’t make a fuss.
if you see me lie here,
just laugh and walk away,
because some things are just too fast to see,
and for a mistake you will pay.
I’m shattering inside,
a heart of broken glass,
yet with each new strike,
the pain starts to pass.
as I’ve told you before,
my mouth is […]