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Final Act

Prayer to the Cloud of Unknowing

by sequesther314 11/17/2019

written by sequesther314

Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.

It follows that as Death stands at my door — or rather as I stand before Death’s door knocking madly — that Existential Dread creeps into every thought like so much metaphysical graffiti.

These last few dark days the Serenity Prayer has been drifting in and out of my head. I always read those words as an uplifting call to soldier on in Life. Now I see a different meaning: Free Will. Only the Self can truly possess the […]

11/17/2019 2 comments

I Should Help Myself…

by XxWhyxX 7/9/2013

written by XxWhyxX

I feel like…Â I should tell my mom… what she has put me through… what I have contemplated/(or)contemplating… I feel like I need her to feel how I feel. Every time I think, I should get up out of bed and tell her exactly what it feels like to be put down, after already hating every inch of your body. After hating your self for what feels like so long, but still pushing yourself to extremes to make her proud… Getting the grades and staying out of trouble. AFTER BEING EVERYTHING SHE “WANTS”… she still wants more… But what does she give me in return…? […]

7/9/2013 6 comments

Failed Again

by Mangrove 4/20/2013

written by Mangrove

You know what? When I wrote my post “Too Much”, for some obscure reason I kind of hoped that I might get a comment, a word of encouragement or maybe even a “don’t do it” type response. Is that what this site does? Keeps people coming back to see if they’ve had some words of encouragement? Well I’ve failed the test again – there’s nothing left to do. All I can hope is that I don’t screw up my final act like I’ve screwed up almost everything else. When my Grandfather was on his death bed he told me […]

4/20/2013 17 comments

to a girl and her life

by why i dont no 3/3/2013

written by why i dont no

stop look stop look frees do nothing

look at the bodyÂ of the dying girl

look at the struggling form

of the girl who your friendÂ did love your friend and he loved her in return

look at the horror on her dying face

look at the mistake she made

to end her life on the end of a rope that swung her this self same day

she knew this as she died

she tryd she tryd she tryd

to take the noose from her neck and end all the liys

you stood ther for a second or too

your feet thay coud not move

you know thows 2 seconds nothing coud make you move

so to this day you […]

3/3/2013 0 comment

Is Today The Day

by caucajun 7/30/2012

written by caucajun

I have been contemplating the final act for weeks on end. My roomate just left for work so the apartment is mine if I choose to do so. The only way out is a rope, I dont have access to any pills this time. I think about the actuall moment of loosing conscieness. I have a video of a person which posted his suicide online from hanging. I’ve watched it 10 or 20 times over the last year and a half. His body isn’t completely suspended meaning he could have stood up at any point before passing out to stop his suicide. I have never […]

7/30/2012 3 comments

Unlikely victim

by mizznojo 6/11/2012

written by mizznojo

When someone thinks about a suicidal person they think of a person who walks around sad and depressed all the time… This wasn’t me. I was the loud, confident one. The essentail “life of the party” type kid. I was a people magnet people liked to be around me… But if they knew the daily war i had with myself i wonder if things would be different… I’ve had suicide in the back of my head for a while but if you saw me in public you’d swear it was the furthest thing in my head. I found it easier to play the role of […]

6/11/2012 2 comments

the Suicide

by the Guardian 5/4/2012

written by the Guardian

the Suicide

Death dwells in the shadow just at your shoulder. You invited it in, you dined with it, you bathed with it, you lay with death.
Consumed by and consuming, death becomes both a path and a destination for you.
You write a final letter, a final note, and gulp down a bottle of pills, hoping it will all be over soon…

And then…

You wait…

But not long for as you soon take you final step…

You call for help.

But wait, this makes no sense?

Why would you wish for death, plan for death, and attempt to kill yourself only to give up and try to save yourself in […]

5/4/2012 0 comment