I expected too much, didn’t i? i made my destination too high and then expected myself to reach there too quickly. i despised myself for every shortcoming i encountered. am i not like that youth in thus spoke zarathustra? i often skip steps, and for that no step forgive me. the more my hopes go higher, the more my passions go downward. what do i seek in the heights? i tried to give a word for my seeking, and since i had heard that ‘nirvana’ is the highest achievable thing , i gave it to my seeking. but the truth is that seeking in me […]
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escape
Just how many times have I wanted to cry.
But somehow “it’s not manly to cry”.
And I’ve never really cared about this weird social norm, but now the tears just won’t come.
I am reaching but I fall
And the stars are black and cold
As I stare into the void
Of a world that cannot hold
I’ll escape now from this world
From the world of my beloved
There is nowhere I can turn
There is no way to go on
My soul cries out in anguish every time I get backstabbed by the one I love most.
Right now all I want is Chinese food a bottle of sleeping pills ( preferably Tylenol pm ) and a big bottle of white wine. I just want to sleep and dream about happiness. I want to escape into my world and be free.
I could never say this in public. I get such a hopeful feeling when I read about SP members who have escaped this life. It’s tragic that they, or anyone, would suffer so much that they have to kill themselves. But being in that hell myself, I can only focus on the escape, imagining myself in their place, and using that to remind myself that there is an end to this pain.
I guess we talk & think about it so much, some of us for years, that suicide starts to feel like an impossible dream. Sometimes the more we obsess over an idea, the more […]
Besides sleep, gaming is my really only other means of escape. So what do you use to escape your own reality. And I know it’s a sad means of escaping, but honestly I don’t hardly have the energy for much else.
Hi
I have a question can you answer me?
I,m a shy and quite person and never I’ll tell my secrets to anyone but…If you really love sb is it normal to do anything to make him or her upset or disappointed?
I want to tell my feelings but the incapacity revenge me I want to cry I love you but I cry go away I hate you.I wasn,t like this but I can’t tell anyone about my inner person and now I have nobody who really loves and know me.
It seems like that I am in a prison which I have […]
” Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”
Never has a sentence been more wrong. Words are WILL hurt. Words will kill. When someone says a word it can sink so deep down in your mind that you will never escape it. Think of all the words people use to hurt. Getting each and every one down so low that that is all you hear in your mind. When someone insults you it can grab hold and never let you go until you are writhing in pain thinking yourself worthless. Words can get inside and eat you from the core […]
Lately ive been spending the majority of my rime on the computer playing video games. Its the only thing besisdes drugs that actually make me forget that im me. I can actually be someone else in a different world. It doesnt make me feel so alone too. I know i shouldnt let consume my time but how much does it really matter? Im not really missing anything. Anyone else experience this?
Trapped in my own mind,
Bound by anxiety
I’ve caged myself, with contradicting reason. I push people and emotions away so I don’t get hurt, but I worry they’ll leave forever.
I don’t know how to to escape… yet I hold the key to this cage.
My pains are revengable but when I see other people (which are poor,silly …)I just want to cry and escape from this world.
I go to sleep to escape this miserable reality, knowing damn well that I will wake up in the morning with a panic attack, resulting in a substantially worse reality than the one I escaped in the first place. After spending a painful day in this miserable world recovering from the panic attack, and very possibly not getting any work done, resulting in more anxiety, I go to sleep again to escape, et cetera.
Non existence is a perfect state, where such concerns do not exist, and nothing is known of them. Not even the idea of knowing, or the idea of an idea, is known, […]
Tears;
Droplets upon our faces
Screams;
Loud, unheard voices
Whispers;
Little nothings thrown into the wind
Smiles;
One fakes these
Laughs;
A different sound for each of us
Knives;
To cut away the pain on our skin
Pills;
A way to escape this reality of our world
Eyes;
Dark and dull, observing, watching, glaring
Ears;
They hear the insults, the screams, the voices
Mouths;
They talk, they whisper, they scream
Hearts;
They’re broken throughout the day
Does that even make sense?
My life has been fraught with death. Â Now it’s all around me, like a heavy curse
And it’s only going to keep happening. Â It’s only going to get worse. Â How can this be tolerable?
I was thinking that it’s one more reason to get out of here. Â By dying, you beat the others to the punch. Â You don’t have to watch a presumably healthy person vanish before your eyes.
I don’t really think I’m equipped to deal with it, considering. Â Just like I’m not equipped to deal with life in general.
Why sit around and watch the horrible parts of life happen? Â Especially when that’s […]
All men are mortal
Some men die old from age
Some men die of their own choosing to escape the hardship of life
Some men are murdered
and some men die courageously for their own principles
I hope to be one of these to die as I live; courageously
la mort est belle
présenter dans les ténèbres
présenter dans l’abîme noir
présenter dans le néant
la mort est inconnue
essayer de rejoindre
essayer d’obtenir de l’aide
essayer de parler aux gens
la mort est un adieu
dire au revoir
rien que des mensonges
alors qu’ils réalisent
la mort n’est pas comme la vie
“la vie est courte”
que si vous le faites à court
peut-être je vais raccourcir la mine
la mort est étonnant
son évasion, oui permanent
mais est une évasion
un au revoir attristant que
death is beautiful
submit into the darkness
submit into the black abyss
submit into the nothingness
death is unknown
im just tired of my life..having to wake up each day is such an effort! makes me not want to get up.. there’s an emptiness I cant explain and an isolation that crushes me every minute of the day. I know I’m depressed but nothing has really helped me.. don’t know why I’m still alive to be honest. if I die, maybe i’ll finally have an escape that I yearn for..
What do I like? I love to daydream. Vanish into another world that only I know about. Escape from the struggles of reality and breathe easy knowing that nothing is wrong anymore. Everything is OK. I can picture a paradise, and fall deep into the unexplored realm of imagination. I can be separated form those I need no company from, and become closer with the people I want to love. The test tomorrow would disappear, and in it’s place would be adventure and a different life. A different life. An unattainable postulation, but a desirable one. A daydream can transport you away from stress and […]
This may sound stupid but I just want to know…
If you are visiting here and believe you can relate to the postings and feelings of worthlessness and despair, and truly feel like you want to escape, have you as a child or at any other time messed with a Ouija board? I know it sounds corny. But I’m curious.
the adrenaline upon contact
the instant relief as the first drop of blood emerges
the pain
drowned out my the stinging of your skin
the memories
merely but a tiny thing now
the sobs slow down
breathing heavies
let`s go deeper
maybe i can kill myself
each time you go deeper than you imagine yourself to handle
each time you numb the skin a little
each time it becomes easier to go deep
until one day you find your limit
you find the end
your escape.
Escapism
A familiar bottle lies before you. Its dark contents, the stuff of dreams. Literally
From time to time, we all seek it. Escapism. The final place of solace for the despondent. Some run, some hide, others take flight. The means of travel may vary, but the destination remains the same – that place that provides temporary comfort and a moment’s relief from the world’s troubles. Like a hotel, it invites you in; its hospitality, second to none. For seasoned guests, it provides familiar comfort. For newcomers, it provides a pleasantly surprising welcome. Hospitable, it bids you to stay; innocuous, it invites you to return at any […]