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by ashley 6/28/2015

written by ashley

my friend acts like she has bigger problems than everyone. I’m not discrediting her depression, but considering the fact that I used to self harm and am on 187.5 mg of antidepressants, I think she needs to step back and consider the fact that other people have problems. it’s all dandy to talk about yourself but it’s a major trigger for me to talk about it, so maybe she should save it for her therapist.

i need people who don’t define themselves by their depression.

whoops I’m totally sorry that I decided to share my opinion. I guess this site is for people who want to try […]

6/28/2015 9 comments

Time Stops.

by aly_monster 6/28/2015

written by aly_monster

It’s not like I want to die, don’t get me wrong. I just…. want everything to stop. I want the world to wait for me to figure things out and then move on. Of course that can’t happen, and I know that.
Sleep, though, is something that helps. I want to sleep for a while. Or, forever. I want to go to bed and not wake up. Sounds like a good way to go. I want to forget everything, wind back time to where I wasn’t like this. Just a few months ago I was normal. Happy. I made a mistake, something that’s not a […]

6/28/2015 3 comments

The mania..

by deerdezz 6/26/2015

written by deerdezz

It always makes me believe there’s a chance things can work out but I know that’s not true. I get this sudden urge to do things but never really make due. Plan to go out or be sociable but those plans fail and I’m back at square one. Such a false sense of joy because in a few hours or a day and it’ll be gone, just like that. No explanation, no deal I can make to get it back…it does what it wants. It wants to toy with me and it just hurts all too much. If I’m to be miserable why taunt me, […]

6/26/2015 1 comment

It’s not enough.

by lulereign 6/26/2015

written by lulereign

I never believed when people said cutting was an addiction. But now it’s just not enough. I used to do baby cuts – just little ones – but a few of them at a time. They were small enough to go unnoticed even though I still wear short sleeved clothes. I didn’t want anything to be too obvious to people, but recently I’m noticing the are getting more inflamed and irritated – it kinda stands out too much.

Also I’ll admit I was scared of the pain. Initially that tiny pinprick was enough, but now it doesn’t hurt ENOUGH anymore. I want to cut deeper, but […]

6/26/2015 1 comment

Too coward

by Asmaa 6/26/2015

written by Asmaa

I want to kill my self I am sick of this stupid life but I am thinking about my kids what are they going to do after me killing my self I should be more mature but this is not a life actually I feel it is ke a knife in my back and I am moving according to the mercy of the knife holder I hate you I haaaattte you I am too coward to say so too coward to make any step to divorce I am a negative introvert person fuck me !!!!

6/26/2015 2 comments

Pointless. it’s all pointless.

by Nihilism000 6/26/2015

written by Nihilism000

My posting on here has grown more frequent. So I apologize about that.

This post is pointless, I’m alone, lost and scarred. (Not afraid, scarred as in scar, for any grammar nazis out there, and I know your here haha).

So I’m going to sit back here, and sip on some wine and play the piano to the tune of my misery. Moonlight sonata, the only song I can play start to finish, I really should find the time and learn some more songs, hmm I might do that actually. Let me get a buzz first.

Nothing like Chopin to play my sorrows out to my hearts content. […]

6/26/2015 17 comments

Trying to figure it all out

by alina_01 6/25/2015

written by alina_01

You know I always try to move on with my life I swear but the two guys i’ve ever had a relationship with turned out to be wrong for me. The first guy I eventually gave up and let go like I should have way before then. The moment I did that is when he came back into my life. Wanting me back trying to be there and being somewhat of a decent human being for once. I stupidly allowed him back into my life and that lasted for five months until I began to realize it was a mistake for both of us. I […]

6/25/2015 1 comment

Seikatsu (life)

by Kin Getsu 6/25/2015

written by Kin Getsu

what do you think of life?…
has it treat you well?…
are you happy the way your life is?…
everyone knows that life is not perfect….
who knows……
is yours?
if it is then I’m happy for you..
if it is not then I do hope you find your way……
see ya…….
in the next life……

6/25/2015 1 comment

by AKidWithAName 6/25/2015

written by AKidWithAName

Well, if anyone cares, here it is:

When I was in 5th grade (age 10), my father was deployed to Afghanistan for 6 months. During these 6 months, my mother drank every night. Because she didn’t take care of me or my siblings, I attempted to take care of them to the best of my ability. Needless to say, I failed miserably. We also didn’t go to church at all during these 6 months, because our mother didn’t take us. When my dad got back, I got in trouble for not raising my siblings correctly and not taking them to church […]

6/25/2015 6 comments

Can’t stop listening to this

by Rotted_Flesh 6/25/2015

written by Rotted_Flesh

Bad luck never leaves.
Your jinx just floats around
Like the taste inside your mouth,
or the sound when your skull cracks.
Feel the growing pains.
It means you’re growing up too fast.
Telling white lies to black cats.
Stretch me out across the tracks.

While you were sleeping I was blood red,
sharp as a knife inside your stomach.
I’m squeezing tight; don’t let the light in.
No medicine.

Daydream tendencies had you smiling soft and sweet.
Keep those blurry memories somewhere safe-
you may need them.
You can make a wish,
but there’s no rabbit out the hat.
Realize it’s never coming back.

While you were […]

6/25/2015 0 comment

Broken Promised

by Ashley 6/24/2015

written by Ashley

He said he cared, he said he would never leave. When I tried to push him away he wouldn’t let me. Until he got drunk and his friends saw he had a message from me. Now I lost him. And I don’t know how to cope. He says he needs to work through his things. So i guess I have to hope he comes back once he does. It hasn’t even been a week but it’s been torture. What do I do. Do I try to talk to him? Or do I forget him.

6/24/2015 2 comments

Goodnight

by Sammi6xoxo 6/24/2015

written by Sammi6xoxo

i havent been commenting much lately. im sorry for that. you guys mean the world to me. but how can i help anyone else if i cant help myself? if i make it through the night, ill be back tomorrow, but as it stands right now, i just dont know. i dont fucking know. i do know that im terrified of whats next. im scared of an afterlife. but damn.. anything is better than this

6/24/2015 13 comments

Numb…

by ForeverSilent13 6/23/2015

written by ForeverSilent13

The last few years of my life I havent really been able to feel any form of emotion to anything. All I feel is just a numbing kind of sense. I have a loving family, a great group of friends and an amazing girlfriend that I know loves me… But I just can’t seem to feel anything back… Its almost like I’m just watching my life go by with somebody else in control… I want to be able to be loving back to them all but the only thing I ever have on my mind now is death, like I’m just waiting for something to […]

6/23/2015 2 comments

Does it get better?

by lulereign 6/23/2015

written by lulereign

I’m a med student.

I’ve recently started cutting – just yesterday in fact – and it hurts. I’d gone and bought carpet blades and tested it, but the feeling when the blade cuts across kinda makes me cringe. But the aftermath – the little pinprick of pain that follows, is amazing. It’s constantly there, and I can FEEL it.

Does it get better? I want to feel that pain, but the starting part just kinda puts me off. It’s he constant pain that makes it so worth it. I’d woken up this morning and added three more cuts, but like I said, the starting part isn’t that pleasant.

I’d […]

6/23/2015 2 comments

Am i doing this again?

by jrmeador94 6/23/2015

written by jrmeador94

I’ve been battling depression for 1 year 3 months and 12 days now. Ridiculous as it sounds I lost my virginity, and it… broke me. To you guys who have casual sex with your girl/boy friend, I carry no judgment on you guys. But my purity was everything to me. And I have destroyed it with 93 hook ups in the past year.

Losing my virginity made me feel hopeless, and I got depressed and suicidal on 3 accounts. I’m happy to say I have been free of depression for a little over 3 months now (woo-woo!). I’m proud of myself for making it this long, but… […]

6/23/2015 3 comments

Work Sucked

by Sammi6xoxo 6/22/2015

written by Sammi6xoxo

Dear Unnamed fuckface who threw his tray across the room and tried to play it of as an accident when he realized his favorite housekeeper was there,

you piss me off. Stop asking so many personal questions. Let me do my job and leave. It’s bad enough that I scrub toilets for a living. You really REALLY don’t have to make it any worse. I’m stressed enough without people like you making my job more difficult than necessary.

Sincerely,
Samantha. The very angry cleaning lady.

In other news, my head is pounding and I’m exhausted. I’ve been asking myself the same thing all day.

Do I really […]

6/22/2015 10 comments

No Note. a poem.

by pradleysmith 6/22/2015

written by pradleysmith

It’s getting awful lonely around the ‘bastard’s gentlemen club’

Shambles absolute shambles

It’s a pretty grim dawn.

So, go ahead pull the trigger, light the fuse.

Open the door, step on through.

It’s weird isn’t it?

That instant effect? That blaring distorting?

Zero apologies, no note, no comparative grievances.

This is a French exit of parallel thoughts.

Let’s go back to those hideous wilds with smiles on our faces.

Let’s get stranger again.

How about one last nasty scare before bed time?

One last gasp, one more really good cry.

6/22/2015 0 comment

Cutting

by Mundane 6/22/2015

written by Mundane

“Why do you cut?”

Because I can’t take the pain inside me. Physical torment is better than emotional suffering or mental burdens.

“Why do you cut?”
Because I can focus on something other than my broken spirit.

“Why do you cut?”
Because when I see myself bleed, and feel the warm blood, I know that the cold I feel is not real.

“Why do you cut?”
Because it hurts so much but I don’t want to hurt them back.

“Why do you cut?”
Because it makes me feel better.

Why do I cut, you ask.
Because this is the only way to continue this farce of living.

6/22/2015 1 comment

I’m back

by lissbabe 6/21/2015

written by lissbabe

You ever felt that low that you don’t even know how to cope anymore well I’ve reached that low now. It hurts that I’ve reached this low, I’ve made so many promises not to self harm again but I don’t know if I can keep them anymore. Hell I don’t even know what to do anymore please anyone if you’ve got any advice on what I can do to help myself please.

6/21/2015 2 comments

Why a failure of a father should not live anymore

by Loser82 6/21/2015

written by Loser82

Today is Father’s Day and here I am in solitude because I’m such a failure as a father. I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety over a year ago and I’ve been struggling with it for a long time. I had it managed until recently when my medication ran out and with no health insurance, I’ve fallen back.

Today’s supposed to be a celebration of one’s father and a celebration of me being a father…but depression reared its ugly head and I yelled at my son and in turn everyone has turned their backs on me. I’ve laid here for hours thinking about the butcher knife […]

6/21/2015 3 comments

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