I just dont see the point of why i should continue strugling to survive. It’s as if im surviving to endure more pain. I just dont want to hurt anymore… Cry myself to sleep… Beg for love and attention… Feel fear… I feel sooo empty. I just wanna go.
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cried this morning for the first time in almost a year. felt nice and weird. i hope i’ll get to cry sooner than that next time..
first off, I’d get on my knees, cry tears of joy and thank the people for giving me my gift. They would be like true angels to me. My body would relax and I would feel at ease. I’d lay down, and drink the stuff without hesitation, and then drift off into the miracle of eternal nothingness.
I seen so many videos on euthanasia. I’m happy for these people and wish I could be there to have what there having. The solution is pure magic. Peaceful and painless. It’s fucking beautiful!
gone away now does he dare
take the path that leads nowhere
all alone and without hope
he’ll no longer have to cope
just a sip is all it takes
to wash away all his mistakes
half asleep and fading fast
now his pain will finally pass
now he’s gone and how they cry
in the grounds where he will lie
no one cared when he was here
why now must they shed a tear
I am a 16 year old girl (will be 17 in 2 days), and well, what can i say, i am depressed and have suicidal tendencies.
Though i probably have everything, perfect scores, bunch of friends, money, and complete family, i feel this emptiness inside me. Every single day i know and i feel that something is eating away my hope inside me. I dont have the spark in my eyes anymore. I’d cry my eyes out until i fall asleep, i overthink it kills me, and i am highly emotional. I get angry and sad in a matter of seconds.
Perfect scores doesnt mean im happy. […]
I have been suicidal for as long as I remember. I’ve had 2 suicide attempts…both with pill,s both failures. I’m always in pain. I’m always sick. I hate myself. I can’t keep a job. I have no friends….
But I was doing better. I’ve been seeing a therapist for almost a year now. I’ve had my current job for almost a year. I wasn’t happy, but I was close. Until July 4th. My Grandma passed away. We all knew it was coming. She was ready. She’d had Alzheimer’s for so long. I was close to her as a little girl. I spent my childhood at […]
“I am hungry but I can’t eat.
I am tired but I can’t sleep.
I am depressed but I can’t cry.
I am suicidal but I can’t die.”
I hate my life. Since childhood ive been neglected, hurt, lied to, and abandoned. I dont see a purpose to go to school and go to work everyday if we just die at the end. Ive tried to kill myself a numerous amount of time and everytime i look back i cry and say to myself “I was so close, i wish it would’ve taken me.” I just want to fucking die. I dont want to live anymore. Im tired all the time and no one knows what to do.
I just can’t stop crying. Every day I came from work, I would curl in my bed and cry. Feels like my mind is a garden overgrown with weeds and thorns. And the garden never had flowers in the first place, it has always been empty and abandoned. And these tears make the weeds and thorns grow stronger and thicker by the minute, one of these days, my soul is going to get pushed out and will leave my body to die and rot in the garden I can’t tend to.
This is my first time doing this and thanks to those who read it. I dont really share my feelings but i thought i should give it a try. I don’t know why someone at age 20 feels the way that I do. Ever since my dad passed away when i was 11 I have felt empty. I was my bestfriend and my role model. He suffered from drug abuse and was clean for a year, then went to a hotel off the parkway, overdosed, and killed himself. Every time I think about it I blame myself(& I know many people say that there is […]
Okay. I’ve never done this before. I’m not open about these sorts of things, mainly because the people that are meant to love me and support me are the ones that are causing me the most distress. Only two people in my life have actually loved me – one changed to hating me when I let them crack away at the surface, and the other doesn’t know half of what the first did. I know that I am unloved, and no matter what I always will be. It’s just who I was born as.
There’s a friend I’ve been talking to about some of this because […]
one time my brother told me a joke I laughed to tears then he told me the joke again and I laughed a little less then he kept telling the joke over and over again and I stopped laughing and he said why cant you laugh at the same joke over and over again if u can cry about the same person over and over again?
Today is a day I don’t want to live
I don’t want to breath
I don’t want to smile
Thinking is out of the question
I want to cry and scream
I go through so many days just doing life
When I sit down and think about life
I drop
My mental thoughts decline
my smile fades to tears
I lose it
spending time on my own is bad
i decline to suicide
Death is pending
life is lengthy
I feel i have done my amount of time containing all the hurt i need
the broken hearts are unbearable
My life needs to stop
But i breath through another day
In the sky
I see a man
He’s smiling but his eyes
Oh, to gaze into his eyes
They cry down sallow cheeks
The creases fill with salt
And drop into the ocean
Each night it slowly fills up
When I was small
Looking out onto the grassed terrace
Seeing his tears flow
I cried too
And realised
He was like me
Me and the Moon
We’re never alone
We cry together
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.
Whenever I get depressed or really upset, I get the shakes, and involuntarily rock back and forth, the itches start, and I suddenly need to fidget. These don’t always happen together. Different emotions trigger different things. When I cry, sometimes my brain feels like it completely shuts down and I don’t even think I’m breathing anymore, though that’s impossible. All I know is there is a wall in front of me, and I finally know what it’s like to not feel. I want to cry for days sometimes, but I apologize when I do cry, even if no one is around to witness it. I […]
I’ve felt my best when I’ve been in school! Seeing good grades and feeling that’s I’ve actually accomplished something. But lately the fighting with the husband and lack of money leaves me wishing to never wake up again. I hate feeling like this but I can’t even do homework right now. I want to walk away and never come back just hope I become a missing person. So I will drop my classes like usual and sit and cry for God to please rescue me from this life.
You can hear the sound of my voice, grip my hand, flesh on flesh, and if you cut me I bleed, but I am simply not alive. I’ve had suicidal thoughts since the 5th grade when I watched my grandmother die. I dont know why I didnt cry. Arent you supposed to? Planned and pictured every possible way to end it. I’ve done horrible things to people and I know they were wrong, but I don’t feel guilt for any of it. I hate what I see in the mirror. It makes me want to scream and break things. Why am I so different from […]
My parents have always been super harsh on me, always yelling whenever I do just one thing wrong or forget to do another. They wonder why I never do anything when I have a mile long list of chores. (which they promptly tell me isn’t bad at all and that I need to quit my complaining. 10 chores compared to the one thing that each of them does? Hm. I don’t know, but that seems pretty bad to me.)
One night, it was really bad. It was Sunday, actually. We had just seen a movie together and it was almost dinner time. Now, my dad knows that I […]
I haven’t lost him but he’s no loner mine, and that kills me. Out of all the people I have loved, envied and lost, he has made me cry more than any of them. The past week or so had been rough, quiet, vague. Then out of the blue he talks, blames me for what I’ve done, what can I say, he’s right. He doesn’t feel the same, of course he doesn’t. He gets over things so quickly. He still cares, but not the same way. He left because I was a shitty person and I hate myself for that. He won’t dare say it but […]