religious nuts. thats what i said to him when i saw some preechers on the streets. im 17. i used to be mildly religious, i used to pray and be conscious of my sins, then at 13 my innocents was robbed ironicaly my cross pendant that i wore permenantly broke in the process, i kept the truth to myself but it slowly ate away at me, destroying any faith i had, leading me down a dark hole of depression. then i met sam again, after 3 years of just saying hey down the corridoor. he caught site of my scars and fresh cuts, he opened […]
sometimes you feel alone and lonely even you have a family and friends .you feel you are hurting but nobody feels your pain or try to help you . and sometimes your hard times and your pain comes from these close persons in your life. I know if you tried to suicide you don’t want to die you just want to end up your pain and tell people you need help in an indirect way. I feel I want to shout and scram and tell people how I feel. I don’t know why people change quickly in this time I’m not talking only about […]
I want to just let everyone on SP know that I’m so thankful for you all! We’re all on the same boat and it’s nice to not feel so alone sometimes. I don’t feel crazy here, love ya’ll. xoxo
I got sucked in. The darkness took over and when it takes over it drowns you and pulls you away so that you can no longer see the light. No one sleeps in the dark we stay awake and let our thoughts take us away to endless possibilities and the only way we feel greatness is to pour another drink and provoke trouble because trouble is the only thing we can feel. I got sucked in.
cutting gives you control over an uncontrollable situation, it makes you feel you have power, it satisfies something in you.
i felt hate towards everything. then i got mad at God. now i am just sad. I wont slip into despair this time. i just really wish i could cry. i have not shed a tear in years. i have wept with joy. i remember feeling that happy. i feel the urge, but tears wont come. meh…..
So I just printed my suicide note and hung the pages on my wall and then took some markers/highlighters to it to basically spice it up and draw some additional attention to all of the people I hate, and honestly, it actually made me feel better….
Just in case anyone else wanted to try the technique for a temporary band-aid on a gushing wound.
why is it that whenever someone says they care or that they love me, i break out into tears. its like its so hard for me to accept it and to believe it that when someone tells me they care about me; it makes me feel so good and sad and happy because i feel like ive never been cared for. im not even sure how to describe it. i hope you guys understand what im trying to say/how i feel.
It took 18 years to remember
You want five to forget
Forget about it.
I never thought I could survive to college. I never saw myself in a dorm. I never saw friends.
But I did. I didn’t live in a dorm. I rented a two-bedroom house with a fenced yard for my two adopted dogs. I went to class. It’s my fifth year in school, and yeah my past caught up to me, and yeah I had a few slip-ups, but I am going to graduate in May with honors- a GPA above 3.0.
So why?
Why do I want to die now?
Of all times, places, people, memories, why now?
I […]
Well. I’m afraid I’m going to lose a friend to suicide, no matter how hard I tried to make him see otherwise. It’s ultimately his choice. And I’m not gonna force him to change. But the more I think about why I’m still here myself, is I just don’t have the damn luxury to commit suicide like some of the lucky people do. I just don’t have the luxury. I have too many people to take care of. And if I didn’t have one scrap of love for them, then I’d say fuck off and then hang myself like I always think about. But I […]
I have many times considered going mute or at least try to avoid talking all together. It seems that not really anyone wants me or wishes to just accept me. I try acting hyper and energetic at time to gain that attention but I still feel that people would rather forget me. I though try to act quiet and wise but it doesnt counter the random fool people mistake me for. I can’t blame them, and I feel that I’m never able to get out of what I am. I feel left out. My goal is to become remembered long after I’ve died but I […]
The time is drawing near….
I fear. It’s coming on a lot faster than I expected it to. It’s a little odd how the more and more I feel the need to exit this life, the less and less detailed and involved it needs to be. I used to sit and think about how much better things would be for me and for everyone else if I wasn’t here. It was like I would daydream about how wonderful I would “feel” and how free everyone else would be. I would picture my services when I was laid to rest and I would think of all […]
I have believed ever since i survied a suisied attempt at age 15 that i will live 113 years. i am 50, almost 1/2 way there. every day, i choose to live. i also believe that if i meet God,after a natural death, i will ask it if i could please not exsist . i don’t see myself chill’n with God for an infinit amount of time.
being married helps. so does having 5 cats. i had plants, but plants & cats do not mix.
to the owners of this web site, thanks for the safe place to let this out. i feel about 5 lbs. lighter.
I feel emotionally disconected. There is no reason for me to feel depressed or sad, because I don’t have what anyone would consider a bad life. I feel disgusting, because other people have real reasons to be sad and depressed, yet here I am. There is nothing special about me. There is no reason for anyone to extend an effort to help me out because I don’t feel like I contribute to society in the slightest. The only reason why I feel any guilt is that I do not want my few friends and my small family to feel like they failed. No one failed […]
you can never fully be happy in life. for most, we’re born with the bad things in life. some of us grow up without a mother or father, of both. some of us grow up in the terrible parts of the world. without a home, without a family, without clothes, food, an education. some of us just grow up different. these terrible things are what tell us to be appreciative of what we have.. to not be sorry for ourselves and how we feel. I grew up with a family, a roof over my head, food on the table, a mother, father, in a good […]
Sometimes I’m so tired. I can’t focus my eyes. I barely sleep. My days are a chain of endless blurs. I don’t remember much. I smoke because it makes me feel tough like a soldier fighting a war. Every moment is a battle. It is sometimes perforated by bits of light or a funny moment. I cling to it as it fades and slips through my fingers like the vapor of something once solid.
http://mydeathspace.com/article-list.aspx?q=suicide
look at the suicide sections.. it made me feel a bit numb and some of the stories are shocking.. the one that touched me the most was of this one couple Derrick and Amy Ross made me teary…
I think’ve never introduced myself before… i apologize if i acted a kind bitter before… i was just in the phase ” i’ve passed through worse things, what is this person complaing about?”… i’ve realized that this was of no help.
Well, i’m from brazil, i don’t speak English perfectly as most of you’ve noticed already, i like poetry, art and also I’m passionate with the nature. Im yrs old and also an actor.
I wanna die because live has been a ***** with me.. so many sad things. and also i feel no one cares to the pain that is in my heart, i’ve been abused countless […]