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by neptune 9/3/2015

written by neptune

honestly i’m just so fucking tired of everything.

i’ve gone past the stage of feeling depressed, to the feeling empty and numb inside. everyday, i’m walking around like a zombie, my mind blank and not really listening to anything, yet on the outer side, i seem to be laughing and socialising. and it wows me just how much a smile can hide. haha.

what future do i have in life? everyday, it’s just the same thing over and over again, if you’re a student, going to school, coming back home, occasional trips out with your friends, if you’re a working adult, going to work, coming back home, […]

9/3/2015 3 comments

Eleven Years

by ephemeropteron 9/2/2015

written by ephemeropteron

It was on this day eleven years ago that I decided to die. I was seventeen, and while I won’t violate policy by stating my method, the short story is that it was ineffective.

Ever since I was 12 or so, living has quite simply felt wrong. But I dealt with it. This fundamental issue was exacerbated by an issue that arose soon after. I had a really good friend, but every time she had a boyfriend, I got ridiculously jealous. Oddly enough, I always found a way to explain away my feelings. When similar situations arose in subsequent years, I concocted all kinds of ridiculous […]

9/2/2015 5 comments

“holes”

by wndozh8er 9/2/2015

written by wndozh8er

Holes in the front, holes in the back

Pink holes, brown holes, and even black

Some holes are smelly, hidden benethe

Oher holes peck your cute little cheeks

intake, outtake, holes can do it all

Some holes feel good, and some are very small

We came from a hole, and will be buried in one too

In the grand scheme of things, holes are me and you.

9/2/2015 15 comments

There’s always a reason

by debz85 9/2/2015

written by debz85

It was around 7 years ago I tried to end it all, I was a single mum and couldn’t cope anymore. I was lucky as my parents would have my daughter over night once every two weeks so I could go out. I loved to go out and drink and drink until I felt numb, I abused myself and my body I let men use me for sex. One night though I’d just had enough I couldn’t do it anymore I couldn’t live with myself for what I was doing i was drinking everyday I never ate I smoked weed aswell. People started judging me […]

9/2/2015 1 comment

just rambling…

by Delisnak 9/1/2015

written by Delisnak

my life is at bay nothing bad but the ache in my heart. i really miss him but he seems over me. i fucking knew one of us was gonna get too attached and it was me. dammit i just want to forget about him. go back the few weeks i fell for him and change how things happened. my only 2 friends are being supportive and keeping me busy. my mind always wonders to him. everyday i think about him and i go to walk up to him but i see that hes with hes friends and today he was with a girl so […]

9/1/2015 1 comment

Ugh the pain is coming back.,,

by wndozh8er 8/31/2015

written by wndozh8er

last night I had 8 xanex, which mellowed me out, than today I had a 12 pack of natural ice. But I built up such a tolerance to everything that the highs don’t last long. I can’t stop thinking about what happened last night. All these hopes and dreams I had for that fake person just shattered me. How can one break a glass that’s already been broken? I hate this fucking bullshit.

8/31/2015 4 comments

To all of you who are depressed

by lonewolf23 8/31/2015

written by lonewolf23

I just wanted to say that if you’re someone who’s going through a really tough time right now…..don’t give up on life. Really… just don’t. Stay alive……..Also stop getting so caught up with the media. Stop staring at the screen so much. And give your ears a break with those ear buds and those big bulky headphones. There’s someone out there making a profit off your inner sadness with those things. Don’t get me wrong ….music is awesome but for those of you who use it as a crutch to get through your day need to stop doing that. Stop using that crutch and start […]

8/31/2015 2 comments

Sweetened Cyanide

by saph 8/31/2015

written by saph

It’s a bit hard for me to put so much pain into words. But I’ll do the best I can to explain it.

I am not a strong person. I was never a strong person. And by many accounts, I have no right to complain about my lot in life. I’ve traveled to many places, never been physically abused, and I’ve had many things provided for me. I have a roof over my head, and a pantry full of food. My own bedroom to hide away and enough toys to drown my boredom. The simple distractions may work for a time but when you stop feeling, nothing […]

8/31/2015 10 comments

whats the meaning in all of this?

by livinginashell 8/29/2015

written by livinginashell

Im 23 and im tired of fighting this battle. I can no longer fill my head with the idea that it will get better. Im struggling everyday fighting back the tears. I seeked helped taken meds and yet i still feel like im living in hell. I think i will be done soon or hope i have the strength to end it. I feel bad for the ones i leave behind but enough is enough. My heart just wasnt made for this world. Its terrible we are put through this mental agony. I feel for everybody out there dealing with demons.

8/29/2015 1 comment

i lost my mind before I even had one

by munckin 8/29/2015

written by munckin

I will start with writing about my life and will start with sharing information about a period slighty before that I came to exist in this world. In this period of life my my father-to-be and mother-to-be were going through a rough period of their relationship and which was not stable and while most people with common sense would work on the relationship or choose to go seperateways I had a mother who had a very different plan and apparantly wanted to keep my father with her for reasons unknown to me and in order to achieve this she made a hole in the condom […]

8/29/2015 1 comment

If You Knew- Joel Faviere

by Delisnak 8/29/2015

written by Delisnak

They think you’re crazy,
they think you’re mad.

They call you stupid,worthless,
tell you you’re not worth it.

Now you’re walking back,
to a place you call home,
but you feel so alone.

The same hurtful hits,
it’s your darker place.
In your virgin ears,
the remarks they make.

And if they knew, if they really knew
all of those things.
That you do in your room,
to hide the pain.

I bet their minds would change.
I’ll bet their minds would change.

They’d change,if they knew the pain.

8/29/2015 1 comment

by Delisnak 8/28/2015

written by Delisnak

im lost and broken. im to far gone to go back. im hoping someday someone can fix me. ill never be the same but at least i would be happy..

8/28/2015 1 comment

What would be your ideal way to die?

by Blubaron45 8/25/2015

written by Blubaron45

Not necessarily suicide (though it can be if you want), but just death in general. Tell me: Age, exact cause of death, and misc information (optional). For me, I think I’d like to die at around age 31 (because I get to experience my billionth second), suicide, after I become a professor.

8/25/2015 25 comments

Sharing of my story

by powerfulforce 8/25/2015

written by powerfulforce

Why do I post my story?

I can and i have time.
To see how people react so works like a mirror reflecting my life.
Simplily a statistic data for researchers on human studies.

So whats the story?

For saving time and to be short. Im aged 27, living in a far east city, and had four of suicide attempts.

I was born in Hong kong 1988. In a normal family of Chinese. My dad has been a U.K. Police Force from his age of 18 till retired. Thats like a life time job for him.

At age of 3 i started to write and read Chinese. at age of 4 started […]

8/25/2015 3 comments

I lost my will

by disgusting 8/25/2015

written by disgusting

I got here and my motivation tanked. I laid on the ground and cried for hours. I haven’t seen any more trains when there’s supposed to be over 100 a day, and they seem to move too slow. In any case, my first name is Seth. I live in Chicago. I’m in a public place. I’ll be back to work in the morning.

8/25/2015 10 comments

Its been a while

by kurea 8/24/2015

written by kurea

It’s been a while since I last logged in here. A long while. A few years. I don’t know what made me think of it now but I remembered it and how at the time, writing helped.

The depression is back. It never really left I guess, but after I was put on meds I was on those for about two years and became a semi functional member of society. Then I was taken back off them, and I had gotten myself to an okay place and kept trundling on living day by day doing anything to put a bit of sunshine into life. But it’s […]

8/24/2015 1 comment

To my last resort

by catty 8/24/2015

written by catty

I’ve always had a theory. Our lives comprises of mainly two distinct aspects, “professional” and “personal” and we’ll need either of the two to at least find a reason to survive. Well, I got none at this point. I’m neither a person with an an amazing career worthy of mention or a perfectly polished personality nor am I a happy unicorn with a handful of moments to remember when I die. I feel I’m the poorest among billions of souls in this world right now.I’m scattered in pieces searching for my identity and I feel I’m doing some kind of favor to the world by […]

8/24/2015 4 comments

im ready

by Harlot.Rebel 8/22/2015

written by Harlot.Rebel

That moment that held me back wont happen again. Im smarter now i know that happiness aint meant for me neither is love or respect i am better off dead my battle is over and that makes me happy I hope everyone finds happiness in life i just couldn’t get it here

8/22/2015 4 comments

Tell Me What an Ugly Freak I Am

by skykiller17 8/22/2015

written by skykiller17

Not kidding. Don’t hold back on what comes to mind when you see these pics:

8/22/2015 27 comments

Constant

by smiars 8/22/2015

written by smiars

My sadness never goes away it’s constantly grabbing at me in the slightest saying “you can’t forget me” as if I had a choice

it latches on to every ounce of my living, adding to my anxiety, my confidence and me questioning, if I’m good enough for myself?

not once have I lived a day like the other kids, not once have I spent a day with out this lingering darkness, not once has this thing loosened its grasp, constant doesn’t let go.

Constant stares me in the eyes when my family dinner didn’t involve the middle child,

constant pushes me away from any school events because constant won’t […]

8/22/2015 2 comments

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