I found the remedy for life,
I have the remedy for love.
These feelings make me sick
Death is medicine
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wouldnt it be a shame if I were to stop my asthma medication?
Wouldnt it be a shame to just stop all medication and let things take their course?
But then there’s the constant argument… Would it be suicide because I know what will happen? Or will it be merely an intentional accident because I don’t know when it’s going to happen?
I guess it’s the uncertainty in that argument that’s the only thing holding me back.
It really says something when thoughts about life and the future makes you want to cringe, but when it comes to thoughts of death or sleeping for an eternity make you smile 🙂 .
So, there’s been news about the possibility of a head transplant within a few years, and advances in stem cell science. With the possibility of immortality dangled before you, will you reconsider your decision?
Ignoring the scientific feasibility:
Would you see immortality as infinite chances to try again and improve your standing?
Would you see it as eternal suffering?
People get flustered, shocked and downright scared to death when they have a near miss with death. The odd thing is, this has happened to me a multiple amounts of times. And every time I’m slightly saddened…
… Because I didn’t die.
One time on a bike ride, I was riding on the side of the road (there was no path but a wide road) and I could hear a bus behind me reaching the top of a hill I had just gone over. The driver must have been distracted for one reason or another but as he passed me (at quite a speed) he nearly hit […]
I wake up thinking how will i die. I go to school planning how i could die. I go home wishing to die. I sleep dreaming of dying. I cant get death off my mind..
I’ve been researching different methods of committing suicide and as I’m reading through all of these, tempted as hell, I just can’t help but think that with my shitty luck, I won’t even be able to successfully commit suicide because something is going to go wrong and I’m just going end up with permanent brain damage or something. Does anyone else feel this way? I’ve been depressed on and off since I was about 14. I’m 21 now and have decided on using an exit bag, but have read about so many failed attempts with one on this forum and now I don’t know what […]
I don’t think it’s right to pray for anything you wouldn’t be willing to do yourself. So if you’re not willing to kill yourself, it’s probably not right to pray for death.
That said, I don’t always do what’s right. Sorry, God.
Here’s the thing:
I’m not actually afraid of death.
I’m afraid of what comes after. Like where our souls go.
Now if i knew exactly what happened after we died, then I go and jump right in front of a car right this second.
I’d do anything to not exist if I knew.
Here’s the other thing:
If death was sort of like a test run life if I could kill myself and see how everyone would react and see what would happen and then decided whether I actually want to die or not (and if I didn’t want to die I’d wake up in a […]
We know what suicide is and we know that it’s a fact and it’s real. What we don’t know is WHY people kill themselves. As for myself, I know why I haven’t killed myself. Death is messy. I am somewhat of a neat freak and that’s the main reason why so far I have refrained from the act. Who is going to dispose of my stinky cadaver? I guess it could be organized but not without causing someone else a lot of trouble and I don’t want to make any trouble–which brings me to why I want to be dead and why in general people […]
Life and death have been in love for longer than we have words to describe.
i just wanna bawl my eyes out. No one will ever love me. How many anyone love me when i dont even love myself? This world is filled with so much pain, and sadness. It’s like you try to make things better but theres always some asshole bringing you down. I hope to live in a world where we all loved and care for each other. Not this counterfeit planet. There are just some days where i wanna do it, end it all. But i dont know what to do. I wanna die painlessly, so at least at my last breath i dont feel so […]
I couldn’t do what you said
This is a death note instead
There’s these voices in my head
Just wanna put them to bed
They’ve been screaming ’bout the pain
That’s been coursing through each vein
I’ve been trying to hit reset
This is all such a mess
They said suicide is a sin
But this game I cannot win
He was beginning to realise that things were out of his control, always had been and always will be. He had made so many plans for the future, seemingly carved in stone. But really he was a child drawing in the sand with a stick, his ideas, his hopes and his dreams were always going to be washed away by the tide.
His body was a road map of scars, but he had no idea where they’d lead him. Each one told a different story, some told multiple versions of the same story and some refused to utter their secrets. His arms were so heavily slashed […]
So I’ll start of by saying that I’m an 18 year old college student. The reason I’m posting on here is that I’m hoping to obtain some secondary opinions to help me better understand whatever it is that I’m going through.
So ever since I can remember I’ve always had a very rational, apathetic mindset. In saying this I don’t mean that I’m cold, emotionless, blah, etc.. I mean that for lack of better words I’ve always felt pretty dead on the inside. I can easily explain this away as depression and I’m sure I can come up with a few life events to justify depression […]
I’m not entirely sure I want to kill myself, or I just truly want to start living.
One of the four beasts saying, Come and See.
and i saw.
Am I the Devil? No, of course not. How self-righteous. How presumptuous. A devil would relish in what I feel. Would strive to increase the agony inside of him. Then he’d share that agony.
I feel like if I keep going I’m going to start sharing.
Not like I haven’t thought about it before.
Maybe that’s what I have to do. Become less of a man. More of a monster.
History remembers monsters.
No one remembers a coward.
and i saw, and behold… a pale horse… and his name that sat on him…
Death.
I love it when you
Curl your arms around my neck
And sink your teeth into my shoulder
And twist my heart to bloody ribbons
Snapping.
I love it when you
Kill me in every way possible
And suffocate me under your breathless thoughts
And line-dance across my skin
Crimson.
I love it when you
Press on me like a weight
And hollow me out like a hole
And twirl me along the edge of the roof
Dangling.
I love it when you
Whisper dark nothings into my ear
And make my heart beat faster
And kiss my hand goodbye
Fallen.
But I love it most when you
Leave me alone with the crowd
And hide yourself away somewhere lost
And forget about me
Please.
I hate it when […]
People believe that im strong. even my boyfriend believes so. Why? why do they think that? Im not strong. I’ve tried so hard for so long and i’m tired of trying. I’m tired of fighting the waves of misery and sadness. I’m ready to let them pull me under and drown me in sorrow.
I’ve never really had any sense of direction with my life. I think about the future quite often, but I don’t see myself in it. I never have. I don’t see myself doing any job or having children or getting married or living anywhere. I just don’t see it. I’m 23 and that’s still young, but most people have an idea of what they want to do with their life… I just don’t. I think I am destined to commit suicide. I feel like that’s my purpose in life. Does anyone else feel this way or think this could be my purpose ?