This is my first post on any suicide blog. I’ve tried to talk to people before but they don’t seem to understand and I’m looking for someone who does. I’m a 12 year old girl. My age is another reason why people don’t listen they think I’m to little to be going through this kind of stuff but it can happen at any age. I wanted to share my story to people who might actually listen. It all started when my mom told me about my friend who cutted I didn’t know what cutting really was but I found out. My first cut was small. […]
I have been self harming for as far back as i could remember. I think it started when i was about 10ish. I would bank my head against the wall to stop what ever was going on in my head at the time. I would love to see the bruises develop on areas I hurt. I was always known as the accident prone child. I remember one time i must have been about 12. I threw myself off my bike and scraped myself down a brick wall. I would try and keep under the radar by not making the injuries obvious. I progressed to cutting […]
I haven’t done it yet.but I’m still thinking about it. Not as much as a few weeks ago but still… I don’t know, some people just aren’t cut out to live a long life. I always did say I was going to die young.
Hadn’t been on here in awhile. Hadn’t cut in awhile either. I guess I was doing good. But now I’m sinking.
I just feel like ITS ME! Everything that goes wrong is because of me. I’m always the guilty party. When I try so hard.
I tell ppl all the time that Imma fckd up person. That they shouldn’t be involved with me. I can’t possibly be anything good in your life.
It’s hard to explain.
Like 1 and half hour ago I tried to hang myself for the second time. I got home from work and I started feeling that fucking pain again and I felt in that fucking despair where I just see black. I just couldn’t stand beeing alive. So I went to supermarket and bought a botle of wine to relax a litle before doing it. So I tied the rope around my neck and I tried to hang myself from the bedrom’s door. I was listening to Lady Starlight and I was dreaming that soon I would be in the sky, shining like a litle star. […]
somebody stole my car radio, and now I just sit in silence.
I can’t do this anymore. I’ve cut myself 3 times today, and I keep throwing up. i am a sack of shit, bleeding and spewing garbage.
i want to disappear. I can’t live without my sister.
I’m 25 years old and have suffered from severe depression and anxiety since I was 14. Medication and therapy have been of little assistance. I’ve had a very difficult social life due to this problem making it difficult to form friendships and impossible to find a romantic relationship the latter of which has devastated me more than anything. I recently spent a day with a girl I connected with more than anyone I have ever met, agreed to stay in contact with her and within a few days she completely cut off all contact with me without explanation. This is the only time in my […]
Day after day things are getting worse. I am exhausted, sick of tiring and always getting worse, sick of screwing everything with my best friend, sick of arguing with my family, sick of my mood swings, sick of me, literary. I started to cut myself, not making blood, but day after day I put more pressure on the blade. I already tried to kill myself before but I had not the courage to finish it. My best friend is starting to get affect by my depression and this story. I am going to be alone all the next week, so the question is: should I […]
So I need advice, to start off, I do cut. My mom says its because I cant cope and I think she’s right. When I get upset about something I go numb it seems like. I don’t talk to anyone, sleep, or eat. I tried crying, don’t do a damn thing. I cant cry to cope, so that leads to cutting. I’ve never cut to kill just to feel physical pain. I’d rather have physical then emotional pain. I’m addicted to cutting, like some people are to smoking. The thing that’s making me upset is a recent breakup, and my mom. My mom and I don’t […]
Sometimes my life gets so fucked up but i learn from those fucked up times. I thought i couldn’t handle it and i even tried to cut my self, but by the end i realized that i’m just being weak and coward and trying to get away from my problems. I’m so glad that i encounter those problems because if i didn’t i will be still weak and coward.
I know that my problems before is not that big compare to the other people, and i know i […]
i don’t know where it all started i got so angry and so upset that i had an urge like no other i could never seem to bring myself to inflict harm on someone else so i started cutting. oh my gosh at the instant relief you get so i just kept doing it again and again and again. my first time was with a tack cause i was 14 and did have anything else at the time. then i got older got a pocket knife never cut directly over the wrists i did want to really kill myself just wanted the pain to go […]
My psychologist says I’m having an existential crisis and have been my whole life pretty much. It’s strange coz I just laughed when she told me, I am numb; it wasn’t funny. I don’t care about my family anymore, I don’t care how my suicide would affect them; I just wanna die.
“Cow” by Sparklehorse, I’ve been cutting to this song for three years so it’s quite sad and trigger-ey for me. I remember this one time I was cutting, I accidently stabbed myself and it went about 4cm in. I find it funny that I can mess myself so bad and no one ever […]
Caught
In a rut, in a strut
In always having rotten luck
In parading around, no end to be found
To always letting myself get cut
And burned
By the same old things
Caught
In a lie, by and by–
In the absence of cut and dry
It’s easier to smile and avoid their eyes
Than to let loose the truth I have no name for,
No cage for
Caught
In a lack if words
Between maybe wanting to be heard
And a need to never be seen again,
A wish to hide away from the world
Caught
With a snap, in a trap,
Falling into the ancient […]
Its funny, because as soon as I cut, the tears stop. I have no need to cry anymore. Until tommorow.
I need to seek, my Fairy or Godmother
Or where are you, my true, Brother
Ironic, so that I can be fixed
Drastic, will you hold-me with the heart
A light, cut from inside of
You all are, the gods of the world
This stricken and blank stare
Can you know
The poor-soulless, staring at the moon
I seek-to
Broken-one from the spectrum
You are such a beautiful aroma
That I can’t, breathe
I’ve been only, decaying in my monstrosity
Oh, comrade
Will it ever say
I found the beautiful music
But still, not you
I’m calling, fallen from the helm, now
From an eon-vast-ago
I guess I’d like a man in my life but not just anyone. But in all honesty it might make all the difference…
Dunno if I can trust again after having my heart stomped on though.
I don’t think I was really cut out to be all alone.
You know you’re fucked when the razor you’re trying to use is too fucking dull to cut fml
Hi, I’m new to this…..and I’m crying right now. I started getting depressed in the 9th grade and that was when my doctor prescribed me anti-depressants. And that was when I wanted to die so I took 5 of those pills but nothing happened. Through time I got better and better until a couple of months ago I started having suicide thoughts and actually cut myself. I’m a religious person and so after that I prayed and promised I would never try it again. I told my mom I was having suicide thoughts and she comforted me and told me it was okay […]
People say ‘just give it time, hang in there’ etc but what’s the point? It’s just more time to decompose, for your mind to deteriorate.
10 years ago someone said to me ‘you’re on the cusp of a really great relationship’, now that person is married and I haven’t had one relationship since. If that’s not a sign to slice your throat and let the blood pour out until you’re gone I don’t know what is.
None of my ‘friends’ talk to me anymore, or invite me anywhere, I never go out anywhere. When I texted everyone that I was changing my phone number no one responded. […]
I wanna live but i cant go through with it but i have to. There is so much for me to hide from people. People ask me if i’m okay I fake a smile and say yes. My collection of blades scare me and trick me into thinking im okay if i cut. I scream and cry wanting it all to go away.