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Flesh and Bone by Keaton Henson

by toxicllama 10/10/2015

written by toxicllama

i didnt know what to title this so heres the song that im listening to right now.

its interesting how we all attempt to comfort each other when we all know how the other person feels. when someone wants to kill their self people say no, because its wrong, a sin, selfish, or simply “not worth it to end a beautiful life”, and thus try to prevent a suicide. but if you truly understood how they felt ten why force that person to live in misery?

now im not saying that everyone should go commit suicide but when a person is at their worst and wakes up every […]

10/10/2015 2 comments

Not for me.

by fantasiaw 8/27/2013

written by fantasiaw

I guess this group isn’t much for me. I see a lot of suicidal people on here and I get angry. I thought there would be more stories of triumph and survival. Or how being here after a loved one suicided has made you stronger. This should be something of support. Why doesn’t anyone want that? I read some of these posts and I wonder why they say the things they do. A cry for help? What kind of immediate help can they get on here where we don’t know a thing about them or their struggle. Is it just to re-traumatize those who have […]

8/27/2013 9 comments

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by kaylamarie 8/23/2013

written by kaylamarie

Lately I’ve been crying myself to sleep every night. i keep seeing my dads dead body when I close my eyes at night or I dream that he is still alive. It’s twisted because when I was still in the womb he attempted to stab me. I hated hearing that as I grew up. He was a drug addict, and had about 6 fatal infections leading up to his death. The flesh eating one is what killed him two years ago a week before my 16th birthday. We had a rocky relationship. From the age of 6-12 he abused me. I lived with him […]

8/23/2013 3 comments

If we had an off switch, we wouldn’t be scared

by rach 8/14/2013

written by rach

Here is the horrible design flaw in all living things, we have more than enough pain receptors but no off switch!Â Life wouldn’t be scary if we did have a switch, if we were suffering and there was no way out, simply we would flip our switch and die.Â Sort of like the scene in A.I. the “flesh fair”.Â I think there is a part where one of the androids says “please turn off my pain receptors” before he is tortured.Â Â It is not being able to turn ourselves off that makes life so horrific.

8/14/2013 7 comments

I am worthless fat and ugly unloved filth because of muslims they have called me fat and ugly so many times i’ve lost count god commands me to crush my cheeks against the concrete floor until my teeth fall out and my eyes pop out

by Bharati 7/16/2013

written by Bharati

because of RELIGION I AM FILTH.

I AM GOING TO HELL. because of RELIGION.

I AM NOT INVITED TO HEAVEN because I am a dirty Srilankan who has done bad things. I am too UGLY TO be treated kindly >I am TOO FAT AND BAD to be treated kindly. Can someone ever see themselves flying through a hose with a brown shirt on, all that’s left of them because of ISLAM?

I Saw HOW GOD SAW ME AND DEPICTED ME AND know i’m going to HELL, and know HATRED and know CRUELTY and know a CRUEL JOKE> cruel joke spelled backwards is JESUS CHRIST. MY RELIGION is for […]

7/16/2013 0 comment

Back home after failing

by ISmiled 6/15/2013

written by ISmiled

So here I am after failing the first time. Let’s go back to the night of the 26th of May, for the full story.

I was feeling awful that night, it was another one of my bouts of guilt and depression. But this one was different, while normally, they happen for no apparent reason and last for a few hours, half a day at most, this one lasted for 3 days, after an incident with a boy from my class. We’ll say he wasn’t well-liked, and he was awkward, sweaty and not the best looking either. He came up and asked to be my partner for […]

6/15/2013 5 comments

Losing Hope

by lake-of-fire 5/7/2013

written by lake-of-fire

I have lost the will to live it takes alot to make me smile and hardly anything to upset me. I have no energy anymore have lost intrest in my favirote things. I first started starveing myself around age 16 because i always felt fat, ugly and stupid comared to everyone eles. Ill go a couple days without eating then give in and consume a sick amount of food only to feel horrible afterwards. Food is an enemy i regret every meal i eat.

Self hatred has caused me to cut myself which turned into an everyday vice. Iv developed a blood lust waiting and […]

5/7/2013 1 comment

STOP PLEAS STOP

by why i dont no 4/1/2013

written by why i dont no

leve me alone i dont like this i whant out of that billding i whant to go home
a fleeting glimps of what i youst to be of the boy runing torw my haed in a feld
were the red and blue flowers grow were the grass grows tall and thick were the boy who at age 9 pikt up a gutat and nevet let go he still hasut but the words of his songs talk of deth ad losst love with no way out with somthing to shout about WITH the will to go on
a fleeting glimps of what i was
a chilld […]

4/1/2013 2 comments

I don’t think I can last much longer..

by solace 3/31/2013

written by solace

I have been thinking about cutting my arm all day now. Thinking about how to bandage it, what angle to cut it, when and what to use. I miss these thoughts, but I feel like I am letting so many people down by considering them. My mind is in two as I think about cutting my flesh, I think about the look I would get from my mum, the look of inconvenience.

It’s winter, and wearing long sleeves isn’t a weird thing to do now. So hiding my wounds wouldn’t be as hard.

And to be honest, they don’t care. Even if they did notice my scars, […]

3/31/2013 0 comment

Jason Aleksandier Calbitori

by Selbstmord 3/29/2013

written by Selbstmord

How long has it been since I’ve heard your name out loud.. How long has it been since I’ve thought of you..? I’ve buried you down deep in my heart so one day when I can finally come to terms with my own suicide I can think of you… How many times have I carved your Initials in my flesh? How many days have past since you lost yourself? I only wish that you were here to guide me through everything… I’m like a child… still doing childish things… wanting to make adult choices… Jason… I miss you so much… Why did you have to […]

3/29/2013 1 comment

Untitled

by the empty shell 3/20/2013

written by the empty shell

My best friend wrote this, while we were bullshitting, smoking a cig.

All she is,

is a midnight cigarette;

slowly burning,

like a heart attack.

Burning out,

on the flesh of her wrist,

leaving marks,

never to be kissed.

Her midnight smoke is burning,

and she choke.

Up the memories of somone long forgotton,

someone lost in her own thoughts.

3/20/2013 0 comment

by AemsTheHero 2/14/2013

written by AemsTheHero

I want to feel happy again,

I’m sick and tired of this world.

There’s nothing to feel but pain and hatred.

I may have not done much,

but the actions I’ve made are enough.

The bile of hatred rises from the heart,

to break me.

To break me from my small air of hope.

I can never take a breath of relaxation,

I can barely rest without panic.

I want to see myself fall off my balcony,

I picture my blood seeping through my flesh.

I want to have my guts torn from my insides out,

I don’t want to feel this, it only makes me feel alive.

I don’t want to smile, for you.

I want to smile for […]

2/14/2013 0 comment

My Story

by avadakedavara 2/1/2013

written by avadakedavara

So, I stumbled upon this site from Google. I haven’t been very depressed recently, and actually, my life has somewhat improved. It still is hard, but I would like to share my experience with you all.

I was 9 years old, and it was the summer after 3rd grade.
I had been raised by a loving, Catholic family, and went to a Catholic school. In my eyes, the world was a lovely place, and there was no other place I’d rather be. I had one best friend who I spent every day with. To me, everyone believed in God, because who wouldn’t?

My perfect vision of the […]

2/1/2013 3 comments

If I am ever asked to describe the lowest point of my life, I would describe tonight.

by sono_libero 1/29/2013

written by sono_libero

I would talk about the way layers of burned flesh rolled off my wrist in the shower and the feeling that the drugs produced when snorted instead of swallowed. I would tell of the extreme dizziness, the pounding headache, and the thick fog I was in; the muffled sobbing and the uncontrollable shaking while laying on the cold, hard bathroom floor at 2 am. I would describe how my body screamed to escape while there was still a chance, but my mind said that I was already too far gone. I would tell of how I just wanted to swallow all my pills and […]

1/29/2013 4 comments

No MoRe TeArS

by Nothin2Live4 1/23/2013

written by Nothin2Live4

The tears they fall unfiltered and pure
Pouring out pain that nothing can cure
Tumbling, cascading like the waterfall
The vivid mark of agony’s call
Those salty drops of feminine curse
Trapped under weight, day by day growing worse
no one to catch them, no one to see
No one else lost in this hell-hole but me
Screaming in terror at the walls closing in
Dropping to my knees, my head starts to spin
Feeling the rage within growing stronger
What in the hell have I done that’s so wrong?
The quickness of breath and tightness of chest
I have endured through it all, gave […]

1/23/2013 2 comments

Seizure City

by TheFinalNail 12/23/2012

written by TheFinalNail

How do you really tell someone you’re in pain without it bothering them? Without making them feel useless for not being to help you?Â Normal activities will only take you so far. Should I return to pointlessly opening my flesh? How many OD’s til I get it right? When will this spit stay in my mouth? When will my body stop aborting itself? I don’t want to kick and thrash anymore. I don’t want to freeze in one state for minutes on end. I want my old life back. When I was a humorous person to be around, when I would laugh at myself even. […]

12/23/2012 2 comments

You said you knew how it felt…

by dont_mind_me 11/17/2012

written by dont_mind_me

You told me you were a cutter too. You told me you’ve felt the darkness. You told me a lot of things.
But you lied. I saw your body yesterday. There were no gags in your flesh, no signs that you’ve been there and back. And I stood before you and exposed myself, every gaping wound that streaked my arms and legs. I bet you aren’t really depressed. You’re the definition of attention whore.
I thought I found someone who knew who I was. But now you’re an entirely different person. And now you’re dead to me.
Just like I am.
But jokes on you. […]

11/17/2012 1 comment

Bloody hell

by blind.cinderella 10/29/2012

written by blind.cinderella

I am definitely in a bad place right now. I started cutting again and i am desperate for someone to talk to openly, admitting i have a problem.

There is one person who knows this and ignores it by saying i should know better, and it makes sense. But it is not easy to stop just like that, i have some good periods and than it gets worse. I cut so badly, i cut all the way through the flesh, and it disgusts me the other day. People are already noticing i have to many scars, i keep lying but i don’t know what to say […]

10/29/2012 2 comments

Hmmm

by kyuketsuki 10/20/2012

written by kyuketsuki

Unfortunately, I have returned. Aha. I’m laughing. Why? Because it’s not that I have ‘returned’, I’ve always been here. I’m just in the front right now. Clara has decided to pull out of the frame and I am here once more. Belle.

Now… I’ve managed to get her body a little bit addicted to sex. She’s horny a lot… and well… Clara isn’t one to try and be horny a lot. She doesn’t want to feel anything towards anyone other than her dearly beloved who passed away almost a fucking year ago. I can’t wait for when she realizes how needy she truly is. You would […]

10/20/2012 2 comments

imissmylove

by jmvsic 10/11/2012

written by jmvsic

i am so hurt. i am so alone. i am crying every day because i miss her so much.

i am not afraid of being gone. i am afraid of being here, without her.

she told me more than once, “you are the only man i could ever imagine forever with, and that makes me so happy.”

now, she doesn’t speak to me at all… and very likely says those same words to another. this pain is too much. it may be “normal” for everyone else in the world to love and then leave. it may be perfectly acceptable for everyone else to abandon someone who truly cares. […]

10/11/2012 6 comments

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