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Carpet

Hey. I am alive, for now.

by Dais 8/26/2013

written by Dais

I don’t know if anyone wants to know a little more of my past, it’s kind of like a horrible fan Fic I’ve been living in. I’ll give you some fun facts:

I am a cutter. I

I am overweight. (One of the reasons I was/am bullied. Probably the only reason)

A lot of my best/mutual friends have left me. It has been by other people’s hands.

My mom used to drink heavily and she had high dosage pain pills so the combination made my worst nightmare. She was and is (even though she stopped drinking) a horrible mother. She’s very abusive, verbally, emotionally and physically.

I’m pretty […]

8/26/2013 9 comments

its me. (brief story)

by berriegrande 8/4/2013

written by berriegrande

Hey. I’m a 14 year old girl. I was suicidal last year, I was referred to CAMHS (Child and Adolescent Mental Health Services)

I didn’t go. When I was young, my mum used to hit me when I made her angry. I told my school and she got a warning.

My eldest sisters told them I was lying. COINCIDENTALLY the same social worker got involved last year about my “suicide note”.

No. I said, “Won’t death be the perfect escape” among other things. It was private. like a diary.Â SO MY FRIEND DECIDED TO RAID MY ROOM WHILST I WAS AT SCHOOL AND SHE FOUND IT. Anyway. no […]

8/4/2013 5 comments

wINDOW

by 4L1C3 6/9/2013

written by 4L1C3

She stares out through the front window

Of her small one story home

A shadow won’t be cast down on that carpet anymore

Who knew that sunlight could be so cold

She lies down on the bed

Thoughts trailing of blood run through her head

She knows why the sky is blue

Don’t ask me why she knew

She stands up again

Light shines on her thin hand

Her days are numbered like sands

Through an hourglass

Her shadow will be no longer

Cast down on the now blood-red floor

She thought that she was stronger

Not to stay there anymore

Yes, she thought she was strong

What she thought was so wrong

In the end she was so weak

For deciding to not […]

6/9/2013 2 comments

A letter

by cser17 5/19/2012

written by cser17

Hey Everybody!

So…here I am again. Don’t really have anyone to talk to. Usually I don’t want anyone to talk to, but that makes it hard for those times when I need to talk to someone. I stopped seeing my therapist about six months ago; I lost my job and I just couldn’t afford it anymore. I see my psychiatrist about every month-and-a-half. He doesn’t say much. I take whatever he prescribes, and I think it helps a little. I don’t like him. I’m going to have to borrow money to pay for my next refill. I’ve got insurance but there’s a copay.

I need to make […]

5/19/2012 2 comments

Red Paint

by Sean Shadoes 3/2/2012

written by Sean Shadoes

Just Red Paint

Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â My Name is Sean Shadoes, then I was elevenÂ I was sent to a place called Wasatch canyon rehab after attempting suicide, I had cuts on my arms and legs and a gun shot wound through my chest

Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â When I was Ten my life became hard to control, I felt that I had no otherÂ optionsÂ but to get away, people (including my Parents) told me that I was worthless and unnecessary and I believed them and acted upon the thought thatÂ I didn’t matter and was worthless and unnecessary, I never talked unless spoken […]

3/2/2012 4 comments

It’s like the universe has left me, Without a place to go, Without a hint of light, To watch the movement glow, When our song was slowly starting, Your memory felt so real, At first against my will, But God invented chills….

by Nat.... 2/20/2012

written by Nat....

I told my friend, lydia about my ‘troubles’ earlier this year… and she showed me this poem. I thought it was amazing, so naturally I wanted to share it…. she will probably have a strong dislike towards me considering she told meÂ I was the only one to read it….
“Hands shaking violently I open my soul.
I let my spirit pour out onto the carpet
And watch as it takes form.
It’s me, A little piece of me.

Every night I stand in front of the mirror
And see what I am.
What I hate.
What I have to change.
So I carve away to […]

2/20/2012 4 comments

This is why, though they’ll never know

by Just a stupid kid 5/19/2010

written by Just a stupid kid

My past doesn’t really matter now, although the wounds still run deep in the hearts of my family and friends. I’m ashamed to say that I made those cuts and sores within them everytime I tried to hurt myself. This could be interpreted as me being self-centered which is not my intention, I just realise how much my actions effect other people around me and I’ll take responsibility for that.

I haven’t been a member of this website for very long, but I’m choosing to write now, because my one pressing reason to kill myself is something that I can’t bear to talk about with anyone. […]

5/19/2010 6 comments