I put a knife to my wrist i began to cut, i hid my scars so no one saw
i just wanted satisfaction of being in charge of something in life i just want to take my mind off of all this pain
all of my emotional pain, depression and stress. i popped pills i tried to overdose for some reason i only passed out
nothing works it’s like i’ve been denied by death , death wants me to be in this torture but i wont stop until this is all over
My family hates me and I hate them.
I have no job.
I have 1 friend, but I am rapidly bringing her down to my level.
My purpose in life just got smashed. I realized it’s a lie and I’ve wasted my entire life on it.
I am not afraid of death. Death is the only thought that comforts me.
If there is a god, I want to meet it so I can kick its ass.
I am in physical pain 24hours/day from an accident.
My insurance runs out soon and I won’t get any more physical therapy or pain meds.
I am getting evicted […]
Death captures my mind for a second,
Long enough that I stay with the thought
Just thinking,
Thinking of what it could bring.
I look upon it eagerly, to learn it’s secrets,
A synesthesia of the unknown, but yet tangible,
Conceivable, to a slightest degree,
But maintaining the unknown that keeps me,
A hope and a wish, that is all;
No better than wishing for hope
But dying seems more likely for me.
All will be reduced to a resonance,
As if a footprint left upon a river bed,
It would go soon too, and leave like me,
And everything I am reduced to a singularity
Death, a lot of people live their whole life in fear of it. But what’s the point? Its a guaranteed. I don’t understand why people fear death. It’s said that when you die you will know every answer to every question, it makes me excited. I don’t fear death. It’s really not something that frightens me or chills my skin. I accept it. And I’ve even tried to attempt it. I think more or less, that people aren’t scared of death directly, but the pain that might be felt before it happens. That doesn’t scare me either. I’m so numb inside it would be nice […]
Death and cutting is all I ever think about. In school. At home. I want to cut myself. I want to die. I think about what would happen if I died what would people do what happens adter death. I don’t know there’s just something comforting about death
If I was given one wish. It wouldn’t be one that could make my life better. I know nothing would make a difference. My one wish is quite simple: that I had never been born. I torment myself with the idea that my being here, as huge of an impact as it has had, was a total fluke. If just one microscopic (literally) thing had gone differently, I wouldn’t have to be here right now.
I hate feeling guilty that on paper I have no right to want to die; I’ve experienced no great trials or tragedy to warrant it. I hate that when I say it out […]
What happened to us? What happened to the world? Why is this site filled with  so many of us technically healthy people trying to destroy ourselves?
But do we blame the world? Or do we blame ourselves? Am I depressed thanks to unbalanced serotonin? Am I suicidal because depression’s genetic and mine is confusing? Do we blame science? Do we blame society? Do we blame each other? Is it the fault 0f previous generations? Did our parents feel this way? Is it normal for a teenager to feel tired of living?
So many questions surround this topic, and it seems to me that the core question of […]
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