I am destined to destroy myself my darker thoughts may lessen from time to time but they never go away the need for physical pain and inebriation holds me down. For every good day there are thousands of bad ones. I’ve never done anything good for myself. I convince myself I don’t need to eat today get blackout drunk grab a razorblade or hunting knife and cut myself open and watch the blood pour. I can keep myself busy and not think destructively but when I sit and think for 5 minutes I think about shotguns and razors. No one cares to be around me […]
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I was just commenting and this idea crossed my mind. Ill try not to get too detailed.
Your life is the only proof of your consciousness; your ideas of right and wrong, your creativity and compassion, your love and fears.
Collectively this is what makes up our humanity, it’s what really matters in the end to us. Not our hate for each other or our wars, or our neglect for our own.
Collectively our consciousness is what has kept our speciese going all this time, otherwise we would be food for other animals. But we cling to life because we know it’s the right thing to […]
You’d think someone who’s 1 bullet away from blasting his brains all over the wall wouldn’t be too concerned with the way he looks. But for some idiotic reason I am. I’m not even a good looking person. Well I used to be, but it’s amazing what 10 years of pure hell can do for your appearance.
So anyway I was just wondering what suicidal people think about the way they look and are perceived by society. I know I’m not the only one here who puts on a fake smile and pretends to be a normal member of society. Why do we give a damn […]
As I see it there are three things preventing us from leaving this horrid planet:
1. The survival instinct. It’s hard wired into our brains from millions of years of evolution, and I think we all know, whether we have attempted or not, how powerful it is.
2. The values that have been bread into us since birth. We live in a world of mental slavery. A small number of insanely wealthy and powerful people control thge rest of the population, using them to maintain their power and wealth. Yet they don’t do this with chains, whips, and dogs. Instead, bread into us since birth are the […]
So here I am after failing the first time. Let’s go back to the night of the 26th of May, for the full story.
I was feeling awful that night, it was another one of my bouts of guilt and depression. But this one was different, while normally, they happen for no apparent reason and last for a few hours, half a day at most, this one lasted for 3 days, after an incident with a boy from my class. We’ll say he wasn’t well-liked, and he was awkward, sweaty and not the best looking either. He came up and asked to be my partner for […]
Those of us who can’t get N are left to hang or blow our brains out. Â Is this what the world is all about? Â Fuck everything. Â FUCKKKING FUCK!! Â Lol this life is so fucked up it’s comical.
How the hell do you get a gun if you had a previous stay in a psych ward after a suicide attempt?
written by tupacorbiggie
How the fuck did letmesleep get his shotgun? Â I’d love to have a shotgun to blow my brains out with! Â ^_^
I’ve never been one for expressing my feelings. But in the past two years i have seen two of my closest friends pass one from an o.d and the other from a gang beating. No one was arrested for the beating and were all free. I haven’t been able to let a day go by without wishing i was them. I have thoughts of my finally moments in my head everyday now. I am bullied at schhool teased and not aloud to make my own choices. My life is run by other people and when ever i try to talk about my problems all my […]
I recently have been looking at gore just to see what my corpse will look like if I decide to blow my brains out. Â It’s not exactly pretty and it makes it that much more real. Â The reality of suicide is pretty intense and final. Â What are your thoughts about gore and the finality of death?
I hate who I am. I don’t have reason or cause to, except for, I am me. I don’t like it one bit. If there were a chance I could, just for one day, cease to exist, i’d grasp that chance tight and will it to come true. Forget trying to remember how I’m supposed to smile, how i’m supposed to laugh, how i’m supposed to look, how i’m supposed to be. and for a moment, I’ll close my eyes, and cease to exist. For a moment, I’ll be happy, for a moment I’ll be glad to be me. But this is reality, a place […]
I feel like I need thicker skin because I’ve been feeling sensitive lately maybe it’s because I’ve been thinking too much. I feel like the little things bother me  for example I don’t feel beautiful at all even though some people may find me beautiful I feel like they just say that to be nice or make me feel good but I don’t feel like I deserve it because I don’t think I’m good enough to have good things there’s girls that seem to have it all they have:good looks, brains,they believe in themselves,chase their dreams,and most of all they don’t let people’s comments get […]
I am not sure of how ,people speaking about a form on how to kill one’s self. Is anyone listening to this shit. If you want to kill your self then pickup the weapon of choice and use it. That’s if you have the mine set. Just do it. Death is the end to us all, anyway. What different does it make on when your going to die some day. We all know this right , yet we all face that last road block ,you know who I am talking about yeah him. The MAN and his book ,it has been pounded […]
I thought time was supposed to heal wounds. After two years my wound has festered and become infected. The poison seeps through my veins, into my heart, and then to my brains. What a wretched, vile and putrescent  sickness that has overcome me. It seems time will only make it stronger
i am the nothing man. i carry doom and gloom as my closest companions. i have no talent, no goals, no desires, no hope and i can’t wait to die. the one thing i do have is family and friends, and honestly, that is the reason why i’m still breathing on this god forsaken earth.
at random times throughout the day i visualize a bullet penetrating my skull and blowing my brains out. it feels more peaceful than anything else that i can imagine. to end the suffering which is my mind would be liberating.
i tried for many years to blame the injustices of […]
Many people think suicide is a solution. Just as many know it’s wrong, but commit it anyway because people JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND.
My reason to feel suicidal is I don’t know if I’m have the brains of a decent person.
Many say I’m dumb, stupid, idiotic. From people at school, at where I have to stay: my house. I can’t even call it a home anymore. People at school say “You don’t have the IQ of a animal,”. Even if I get something right, they still put me down, reminding me I don’t even seem to have an head. At my house, it’s even more horrible. I’m […]
If you saw me you wouldn’t look twice, but I am not like you or anyone you know. I was bullied for being fat and having glasses. When i was 13 I slit my wrists in the bathroom. I passed out, woke up a few hours later then went to school the next day. I still have scars. I went to live with my father who would fight with my step-mom every night. Now, my father is dead, drank himself to death. My mother has a druggie boyfriend, my brother is drinking now. I just would rather be on the street than be here anoter […]
I guess I’m just your entertainment
Cuz my posts tend to rhyme
So for today’s show, I’ll dive to the pavement
And blow my brains out at the same time
‘Wow Nick, nice poem’
Is that all you’ve got to say?
No ‘Go out there and show ’em’
Just ‘I could read this all day’
Well golly sir, thank you!
Your compliment just changed my mind
I was gonna hang myself, but thanks to you
IÂ think I’ll be just fine
‘Well you don’t have to be a jerk
We were just being nice’
Sorry, but it didn’t work
And can I give you some advice?
Just because somebody is expressive
In a […]
all i ever wanted was a hug… i am crying my stupied eyes out right now… watching my blood fall on the floor.. i fucking hate life.. i have a gun in my safe and im about to go blow my brains out couse i cant handle this house anymore… help..me..
The needle for your soul and the steel and concrete for your body: double-barreled hell. It is known as desolation unknown. And yet, somehow, I don’t know how, it is known. From this perspective, it would be rather nice to have my brains blown out. So I used self torture as a focus to distract from desolation unknown, my only rule was: do not tear the skin. I urinated on my feet to keep them warm, but at least I had urine. Because after two days, I was given water. It makes very little difference if you are on the inside or if you are […]
OK, I have a question. Yesterday, im-worthless made a post called “The other side” asking what people thought about the afterlife. I responded saying no one knows, but there is no logical reason based on what we do know about consciousness to think it’s anything other than eternal oblivion.
Now, I’m sticking by what I said then. That said, this does raise a number of other philosophical questions that have really been troubling me for years.
I’m very evidence minded, and I find the believability of a claim is closely linked to the strength of the evidence supporting it. If there is no evidence for something, it […]
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