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by PandaBear 8/28/2013

written by PandaBear

I have no reason for it. No reason for the pain, guilt, or regret. No reason to complain or whine or say anything bad about my life.

My family are some of the nicest, kindest people on this planet. My friends are always there for me no matter what. I love them all so much and would do anything for them.Â I came from a wealthy home. While I was not given everything, I was given what I needed(and a little extra) and that is not something everyone can say. I’ve had a good education. I wouldn’t say I’m a genius but if I.Q. tests tell you […]

8/28/2013 2 comments

I don’t know.

by walkthisworldalone 7/13/2013

written by walkthisworldalone

Hi, nobody’s even gonna read this but I guess it’s better to let it out.

I’m Lara, I live in the UK. I have a loving family, good friends and a pretty great life. I have a lot more than I need and i’m very grateful for what I have. But something just isn’t right. For two years now, i’ve been having thoughts of suicide and have been inflicting pain on myself. I don’t feel the pain anymore. Around the time I started having these thoughts, my friend was diagnosed with slight depression and bipolar disorder but her mood swings were far less severe than mine. […]

7/13/2013 3 comments

I’m tired of fighting…

by fearfull 6/25/2013

written by fearfull

My life has been so unhappy for the short time I’ve spent here. I was diagnosed with depression and PTSD when I was only sixteen. My high school experience was horrible. I remember starting high school, I was so happy, excited, full of life. I remember one day walking up the stairs talking to a friends and they asked me how I could smile all the time for no reason. I can’t even remember the last time I truly smiled. I had an amazing group of eight girl friends, we had been close since middle school, then everything changed when I started hanging out with […]

6/25/2013 3 comments

I Was So Close..

by UglyStupidWorthless Geraldine 5/22/2013

written by UglyStupidWorthless Geraldine

I got home from school to see that no one was home. Tears were streaming don my face as I made my way to my bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed Â in deep thought. Why do I have to be so ugly? Fat..worthless..stupid? I feel so alone-my friends..suggested we stop hanging out. I’m not a lesbian by the way. I may be a tad bisexual but so what? I’m not fully gay. And to anyone who IS gay, don’t be ashamed. My brain was clouded with thoughts. I screamed out in frustration and practically tore apart my room. Stuff was strewn out […]

5/22/2013 0 comment

What do I do now?

by NoEscape 5/10/2013

written by NoEscape

I’ve tried to kill myself Â before. No one knows of course. Sadly the entire bottle of pills I took didn’t do anything but make me vomit the next day away. My family just thought it was the flu. They have no clue that I want to die, they don’t know that I hate my self with the entirety of my being. No one knows. I don’t want people to know, I don’t want to be that weird suicidal girl. The one that everyoneÂ pities, the girl that no one knows what to do with. I’m now a senior inÂ high schoolÂ and graduation is less than two weeks […]

5/10/2013 4 comments

who am i?

by snonecares 5/1/2013

written by snonecares

I used to be this happy little girl who only saw good in the world, nothing could keep me down. Now its like the smallest thing makes me want to pop a bottle of pills… maybe its because it all builds up. My mother has said so much about my weight, along with others, that everytime its mentioned i want to go purge. When it comes to people i dont even know anymore. I dont want to be alone but sometimes i dont want to be around others because i know that half the time people wont be focusing on me. I dont see point […]

5/1/2013 2 comments

a crazy X.

by jeseria 2/23/2013

written by jeseria

I’m not sure I have a grasp on reality.Â The only things Â I know are my feelings and its hard to see events objectively.

I know that I was in love, I mean real unconditional love…for 10 years. The sound of his voice soothed my soul and being around him made me happy. i know how i felt about him terrified me. Â Â And I know he went away. I know I was on medication for years afterward because I dreamed about him every night and somewhere deep downÂ inside meÂ my soul groaned endlessly – like a demon in hell. The suffering was unbearable and no comfort came. I […]

2/23/2013 4 comments

I have friends! (But not really)

by ptallo 2/19/2013

written by ptallo

But really I don’t!I wish I did, and people tell me they are, and it seems that people want to talk to me, but I am alone. See I wanted to tell you, I have no friends! I live my life, and I know people, and those people talk to me, But they don’t care.What they care about is their ego, or their agenda. They don’t care about me or my problems.

There is this one girl. Who I like very much, and who I can sometimes confide in.

But I am that guy. That guy who is her friend. She doesn’t want to confide in me.

But […]

2/19/2013 1 comment

Why cant I just die?

by Jess 2/7/2013

written by Jess

I want to die so badly. There are thousands of other girls who are battling AIDS, cancer and other diseases, clutching to life, but failing, and there’s me, just crying and wishing that someone would slit my throat so I dont have to. Im just not good enough for anyone. Im not expected to have feelings, Im not expected to have wishes and needs, apparently I cant even choose my own high school elective courses, and after being screamed at about it, I am not expected to feel upset, they want me to be all smiles, hugging them and saying “I love you”.

Theres a […]

2/7/2013 3 comments

Seventh Time Unlucky

by roojay13 1/29/2013

written by roojay13

Over the course of my short 26 years of life, I have attempted suicide on no less than 8 occasions.

From the age of 11, I was bullied at school, tormented and tortured by grown men who’d wait for me after school and not to mention the troubles I was working through at home and struggling to admit the fact that I am gay, even to myself.

All of this plus a few other reasons landed me in therapy.

From the age of 11 onwards I saw one psychotherapist after another and I’ve been on so many medications that it’s hard to be certain of the exact number. […]

1/29/2013 4 comments

Guilt playing on my mind

by Runningtostandstill 1/14/2013

written by Runningtostandstill

Don’t ask why I’m posting this, I’m bot persuading you not to do it. I’m showing you the only reason I’m alive.

Ok…here we go…:

You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready To give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and re-written over ad over again…you take out those razor blades,and cut for the last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time.
[…]

1/14/2013 8 comments

I am afraid

by agirlinthisworld 12/22/2012

written by agirlinthisworld

Tonight I have thought about driving over a bridge, drowning in my bathtub or just slitting my wrists with broken glass. It’s a disease. Suicide is something that takes you over and makes you weaker and weaker.

Strange that today I am willing to take my life when I remember pulling through all the difficulties, I am still alive but it’s not that I have to just keep on going through and surviving through yet another hard time but that I have to remember and re-live the pain of when I first held a bottle of pills. It used to be that nobody knew, that behind […]

12/22/2012 3 comments

Courage

by Jess 12/3/2012

written by Jess

Why can’t I work up the goddamn courage? I want so badly to pick up my razor blades and cut away the pain, but all I can produce is a wimpy ass tiny nick because I’m too damn afraid.

I want so badly to take that bottle of pills and swallow them all, but whenever I’m alone I’m either too scared, or I’m crying too hard to unscrew the goddamn lid. I want to vent, but nobody wants to listen any more. It’s one thing to type it to complete strangers, it’s another entirely to tell the story of a thousand tears to my friend. Apparantly […]

12/3/2012 15 comments

Writer’s Block

by JustTooLate 11/27/2012

written by JustTooLate

What do you do when only one thing helps
But you can’t even do that right?
Take the bottle of pills off the shelf
Cuz you fuck everything up in your life

Well that’s what I just did
Downed pills like shots on new years
Popped the tops off a couple of new beers
Ran up to my room and hid

Under my bed cutting my wrist
Making designs to shame an artist
My cuts have a contest
To see who can go the farthest
First prize went from my armpit
Down to my fist

Left arm useless but I still have my right
To end my life […]

11/27/2012 12 comments

Grieving all the time

by Ryann 11/20/2012

written by Ryann

I am sick inside. Alone, overwhelmed, confused, and filled with hatred for myself and regret for my life. I should never have been born. I told my dad that once, and he said it was an insult to him and to my mother. The funny thing was, he said it as if he thought it wasn’t meant to be. Well, it was. They were too young for kids when they had me. They were irresponsible, and their own parents were irresponsible. And you can probably trace it all the way back to the Stone Age. Too many people who had no business raising kids. And […]

11/20/2012 2 comments

Please don’t.

by Annie 7/17/2012

written by Annie

It sounds weird, but I’ve been in a way, staking your profile on here since you sent me your first post. That’s how much I care. Why? Because if you DO do it, I don’t want to learn from some depressing story on the news. Either way it wouldn’t be any fun… Maybe it’s because I don’t want another Aunt Cheri. Well, that’s actually one reason… Another reason? Because you are my closest friend. Even though I’ve only seen you in person twice, you are the only one that knows about 90% of my secrets. I just wish you would tell me when you want […]

7/17/2012 8 comments

I am Nothing.

by JustWhyMe 6/20/2012

written by JustWhyMe

Tonight I sat in the mirror and told myself how worthless I was how nobody has never and will never love me, Something inside said to end it, I had a bottle or alcohol and a bottle of pills i picked them both up popped a pill in my mouth and thought for a second why do I have to feel like this why do I have to want to take my own life ? Because nobody understands ? Because the nights are sleepless ? because im alone ! Nobody cares i kept saying nobody ever dd just end it ***** , your […]

6/20/2012 8 comments

I felt useless and unloved

by renelowey 6/1/2012

written by renelowey

I’m one of those people that like to pay attention to detail, so natrually I found everything wrong about myself. I’d lie awake at night thinking about all the things I might have done wrong that day and saying to myself “God, you’re an idoit” Whenever someone complimented me, I always thought “they’re just saying that to spare my feelings, they don’t really like me” And i’ll admit, I’m pretty fucked up in the head.

Self harming, or cutting. What a concept man, I love it. Nothing feels better then thinking you can just cut away all these imperfections. And thats what I did. And it […]

6/1/2012 1 comment

the Suicide

by the Guardian 5/4/2012

written by the Guardian

the Suicide

Death dwells in the shadow just at your shoulder. You invited it in, you dined with it, you bathed with it, you lay with death.
Consumed by and consuming, death becomes both a path and a destination for you.
You write a final letter, a final note, and gulp down a bottle of pills, hoping it will all be over soon…

And then…

You wait…

But not long for as you soon take you final step…

You call for help.

But wait, this makes no sense?

Why would you wish for death, plan for death, and attempt to kill yourself only to give up and try to save yourself in […]

5/4/2012 0 comment

Better off

by lonelyloner 4/23/2012

written by lonelyloner

better off without , me. yeah that`s pretty much it. i mean, i have no one. of course , everyone says `oh sweetie im here for you ` but its not like that. its never like that, it`s pretty much just polite i guess. because, everyone says that. including myself. but anyways, i dont even know why im righting this. well, maybe for help . but recently that has seemed like such a long un-reachable road. i can`t tell anyone though, i mean. wtf are you supposed to do. just be like oh , hey. guess what. im suicidal, i hate myself and want to […]

4/23/2012 1 comment

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