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nobody

by ahannah123 8/24/2013

written by ahannah123

even though i’m suicidal i don’t really want to die…

if i were to die it wouldn’t really matter,the earth would still spin and the birds would still sing, hardly anyone would miss me (maybe my family would)

i am a nobody it’s almost as if i don’t exist…

half the people in this world don’t even know i exist, i’m not important…

nobody doesn’t need me or really care about me…

I sick of being myself ,I wish I was never born…

nobody understands me,nobody feels what I feel…

I’m always alone ,whenever I feel sad nobody helps me…

what’s the point of living if I’m going to die anyway…

when I die […]

8/24/2013 2 comments

Please read this and tell me what you think

by I.cant.breathe! 6/18/2013

written by I.cant.breathe!

She doesnâ€™t know how to cope.
She doesnâ€™t see any light.
So she picks up a blade
and cries the whole night.

He drowns his demons
With whiskey and pills
Heâ€™s fully aware,
of how much it kills.

She dreams of flight.
But not like the birds.
She just slices through air.
Without any words.

Heâ€™ll catch his train,
To the land of dreams
While the life he left behind,
Tears at itâ€™s seams.

Iâ€™ll go soon enough but for now
Iâ€™ll just wait.
For my demons to guide me to my
dark,
dark,
fate.

6/18/2013 1 comment

The Wee Free Men

by renegadeRaenbow 6/12/2013

written by renegadeRaenbow

If anyone has ever read this amazing book (my boyfriend got me to read it and it was absolutely fantastic; I find reading takes my mind off the wear and tears of reality) then I have a question for you: What is your opinion of the Nac Mac Feegles’ view and optimism of death?

Taken straight from Wikipedia (it was the best way to summarize it.):

“The fearlessness of Nac Mac Feegle warriors in combat is derived from their religious belief that they cannot be killed, because they are already dead; they believe that they are in the afterlife, and that any Feegle who is […]

6/12/2013 0 comment

Pro-choice? Mumblngs of the slightly insane.

by Faithless 6/2/2013

written by Faithless

Go softly into the night,
Be calm in her cold embrace.
Time has passed you by little one,
Tis time to turn your face

Wander down the sloping road,
Fear not the shadows creeping.
Your peace will be upon you soon:
Little one grown tired of weeping.

Go bravely into the dark,
Heed not the hateful words.
You have chosen well,
Leave this bickering to birds.

Chin up, deep breaths little one,
Step by determined step, you take.
Your footsteps now will lead,
You’re en-route to a wondrous fate

Go calmly into deaths’ reaching hands
Rest weary and beleaguered head.
Your life is bleak, your heart worn through
It’s […]

6/2/2013 0 comment

Left out

by cazza2599 5/28/2013

written by cazza2599

I feel left out.
The birds don’t sing,
The music does not start.
The strength that I am suppose to have is not there.
Have I gone crazy?
I’m seeing a different world….. Or is this the world we live in?

5/28/2013 0 comment

Why cant i die?

by Silent-screams 9/11/2012

written by Silent-screams

i wanna leave this “world” aka my hell
i dont like walking round school and hearing people talk about me and laughing or writing shit about me on facebook or girls toilets,i dont want for everyone to look at me like im no good for anyone.
i couldnt help what happen to me,people say to me why didnt u scream help or rape,unless u wanted it to happen but i cant say what i want to say,i want to tell them why i didnt scream,cos when your so scared you try to scream but the words wont come out,inside your screaming so […]

9/11/2012 2 comments

A wish…

by sleepxdeath 8/25/2012

written by sleepxdeath

A wish

A wish where two friends

Drive on the coastal highway

With the windows down

The music way up high

Just dancing

Throughout the whole trip

A wish

A wish where two friends

Drive into the woods

Up into a hill

Just watching the clouds

Just watching the planes

Just watching the birds fly

Just watching nature

Just having a decent conversation

Like two innocent children

No stress

No drama

No problems

No situations

No fights

Just two friends being children for a day

Just a wish

8/25/2012 2 comments

Outside Looking In ~2~

by november 5/16/2012

written by november

~as always no grammar. deal with it.~

Yesterday

i told the two people who i still consider my friends that we were not going to school that afternoon, we were skipping. as usual. we left at lunch and went to the supermarket near our highschool and i bought them some lunch.

i dont eat anymore- i am more skinny than the supermodels our society for some reason looks up to. i dont grow anymore either. i am fifteen but i am about as tall as an eleven or twelve year old. yesterday i ate no breakfast or lunch, and a few mouth-fulls of pasta. this wouldn’t hurt me […]

5/16/2012 0 comment

One Dead Bird

by Violet Blake 5/5/2012

written by Violet Blake

I found a dead bird in my front yard the other day.

Normally, I wouldn’t be so caught up on this one animal because to be honest I really don’t like birds (long story) but this particular bird was different.

It started with my cousin’s apparent death that is encroaching more and more rapidly with each day.

My cousin, Zachariah, has been my paralyazed from the neck down since he was seventeen in a motocross accident. At first he was still the same cousin I loved, still able to move around in his electric wheel chair which he would always give me rides on whenever I wanted. He […]

5/5/2012 1 comment

Birds, the Pursuit of Happiness, and the End of the World

by cser17 4/29/2012

written by cser17

The birds must think we’re all a bunch of idiots. We have this wonderful little planet all to ourselves, and we’ve divided it into little sections. We build walls and fences, and we draw lines in the sand. We build little cages around ourselves. We use all of our energy trying to keep Them out, and trying to keep Us in. It’s a waste of time. We waste much of our time trying to make temporal things eternal. We try to fight our own mortality by constructing things that we hope will last forever. But after we die, our creations turn to dust. Birds know […]

4/29/2012 2 comments

I’m glad this is here. (The work of Byron Katie)

by Asshole 6/23/2009

written by Asshole

Today, I am full of angry thoughts.Â I just checked the gun.Â How surreal.Â It’s there.Â Several are in this house.Â Now, I need a bullet.Â 32mm.Â I find lots of 22 mm, but don’t think that gun is good enough.Â I’m crazy writing this.Â I know this is my thinking, my old thinking & thoughts that need to die.Â I am a follower of Byron Katie.Â She is a teacher of “loving what is” and this reality raises itself again & again. www.thework.org

I admit, I missed my medication for 2 days.Â I took it today and will probably be feeling normal soon.Â I’m so […]

6/23/2009 3 comments