I cant do this anymore….my friends tell me not to do it. And a minute later I get a call “I’m so sorry I tried to….” I cant stand here and know that my friends try and I can’t! They dont understand that I deal so useless when it happens that as I sit here and type this I’m about to cry. Keeping myself from doing anything…. I can only do this for so long….
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cry
I want to cut. I want to shed blood. I figure if I can’t cry cutting should be equally as cathartic.
http://suicideproject.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Cry-Little-Sister2.mp3
by: seasons after
cry little sister cover
my regrets are what bother me the most so I figured I’d list them.
**** coming out and talking about these certain regrets in order their listed is suppose to help me, I welcome your thoughts and don’t mind name calling because, well you’ll see.****
1- lying that one specific lie
2-hurting who I hurt
3- being who I am
4-trying to die at the wrong time for people
5- having to take medicine to hide the pain
6- letting people mistake my cry for help as attention seeking
7-saying I regret cutting
8- said I was okay but I wasn’t
9- not thinking clear
10- not getting away when I should have
I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I hate being here. I hate suffering. I’ve failed my parents. I’ve failed as a student. I’ve even failed as a speech captain. I thought I could do it. I was stupid. Stupid for thinking I could ever be anything more than a piece of shit daughter. My parents found out about my self harm and suicidal thoughts. They told me that I’m just an attention seeker and that, that isn’t the way to get attention in this house. So I switched kinda… I didn’t realize it at first but a few days ago I […]
Let me tell you about a pathetic loser
Who is on their way out
Cause life’s gone and shown them what its all about
It isn’t happiness and it isn’t smiles
Its misery and choking on bile
But don’t cry, don’t have fear
Cause when this losers end is near
They won’t cry, they’ll laugh
Cause an ends better than half
A life, suffocating underneath
The weight of the thief
Who stole their happiness
And replaced it with this crappiness
And the worst part?
It was like this from the start
Cause the thief’s name was the loser
And the loser was just a forgotten cur
Who could have moved forward with life
But instead drowned in their own strife
And wasted time writing […]
I found out this song and this band by pure luck but those lyrics, I dunno
I think about suicide everyday and I really found myself in those lyrics, like the singer is going through the same thing :c
Even the name of that band… oh well
I just love those lines:
” I promise one day we’ll be happy as much as we pretend to be…”
and
“Dreams collide in the sky,in our secret neverland…”
I don’t know maybe you’re goin’ to like it too
i tried and failed I guess I didn’t have enough ********. I got to see my daughters for 45 min they hugged me non stop and told me they loved me so much.
I will try again tonight and every night till I get this right I don’t want to hurt anymore and I don’t want my kids to cry anymore. I pray that God will take me and save someone else, it just needs to end. Why can’t God see I am done he is suppose to have mercy, maybe I am so worthless even God himself doesn’t want me!
I cut class for the first time today. I can’t take it anymore I can’t go on living like this college jut started and the only thing I’ve done this two days is cry. I’ve always been scared of cutting class because I don’t want to be a burden on my parents which I already am but I’m so depressed and suicidal that Im staring not to scare if I fail college. What’s gonna happen? I want to die anyway. Some days I feel OK like this pass days but now that I have to go out and be out all day and deal with […]
I want to be in coma and feel who would be beside me and cry for me and who would not care
Liz, are you there
When did I ever ask you back, of anything
Oh, my companion
But you, and your spirits, we can
In the night, I light one-up and start to cry
Oblivion, my beautiful mother screams in hers
And we don’t speak of the seismic that we both feel
Underground, do you know, of a continuum of a
I haven’t slept, now that I realize, since the beginning
Therefore, I do not have dreams, anymore
You know of my ail, and thus, I arrive
Please, I need your help
I just had a friend tell me that it takes on average 3-6 months for someone to get a new job. I was fired on November 20th and have been on 11+ interviews with only one offer and it was for something I didn’t feel safe doing. I’m not even having the suicidal car crash fantasies but I ache right now. I see a therapist in about a week for an intake appointment and then maybe in a month I’d see a new psychiatrist for a med adjustment, but I know I need to go to the hospital. I just promised my husband that I’d […]
Now my depression is grey- and red; as, I’v poured wine on my sadness. Wrapping my hands round the coffee mug my wine hides in, thinking it’ll all be over soon. The red has now mixed in with my blood, streaming together, creating weaves throughout my soul. The mug is now stained with red tears; but, my tears are dry, I’ll cry no more.
The waves can’t settle, or they seize to exist.
The music gets better as the waves get stronger: both feeding off one another; both feeding my soul. The waves must go on.
Link: http://wp.me/p3Duo0-HCM
Just kidding. I have a method, although alone, I loved you.
I really, really wish this would end. I am pretty tired. You, know. That’s a good way to describe it. I am tired.
Holding on, is hard. I just can’t end up failing again. Hearing my mom scream, and cry. That and the hallucinations I experience were basically hell to me.
My mom is a strong woman, she’s been through her fair share as we all have. She doesn’t cry . Seeing her finally cry for the first time in years, because of me, because of my lifeless body .
I can’t experience that again, and , even if […]
Hello everybody who may be reading this,
I just cannot stand life anymore, anyplace I live it’s the same… I’m just drowning down, deeper every day and I feel so alone… I cannot even get proper sleep anymore and I’m just able to cry… It’s tiring and depressing.
Is it weird that I don’t want to stop cutting? Like it’s been a part of me for four years. When I tried to throw my razors away I literally cried. I feel as if I deserve everything I do to myself. Like cutting isn’t a cry for help or a cry for attention. Cutting is just a coping method or a punishment in a way. It’s hard to explain. It’s just so confusing and ughhhhh.
This is my 3 rd time on this site. I look back at my posts and they are about my ex.
You broke my heart and I hadn’t wept any tears just feeling, movement and thoughts. Today I finally cried it had emotion, pain and anger the 3 things you need for a successful cry. You broke my heart and the worst thing is, is how we still talk after all that. My hand is still broken, the pain of the tear in my skin or is it the bulge I have on my middle fingers knuckle? No I didn’t hit her. I walked away and […]
breathe,i must remember to breathe. in, out, in, out…,paralyzing fear. like the first time i was shot at. my brain is numb, and has a difficult time making decisions. must do. anything. so scared. so damn emotional. making me crazier. cant stop crying. no more tears and i cant stop crying. seeking help, but what can be done? it dont go away. the only ones who understand are in the same boat with me and sinking fast. so disconnected from evrything. i want to die. yet, i want to live. i want to experience joy, happines and all the good emotions that i have denied […]
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I feel like I only hurt people that are close to me. All my girlfriend wants to do is help and I’m so afraid of losing her, but all I do is push her away. I punch holes in the wall, hurt myself (never her!), and cry all the time. I actually can’t even remember a day where I didn’t break down and cry. I feel like my life is meaningless and I always question people’s reasoning for even being around me. If I had the choice, I’d leave myself and never come back. I’m just a worthless […]
Hi everyone, English is not my mother tongue so sorry if I make mistakes.. I come from a country where we don’t talk about suicide. I found this website by writing “helium suicide” and I started reading all of these sad stories. I decided to write mine I don’t know why but it feels like I need to.
My childhood was horrible. My father was an alcoholic and when he drank, he did all the terrible things that a father can do to his children and wife (no details…). I started thinking about suicide when I was about 13 and I tried to commit suicide at […]