Excuse me…I seem to have left my pain laying around here somewhere..have you seen it? It’s black and fowl and twisted and I just can’t seem to hang on to it anymore! lol call me butter fingers if you must but it keeps on slipping away!! 😛 lmao!! Anyways..if you see it, it’s labeled “loathing of a lost and forgotten soul”. It might be walking around aimlessly somewhere here, just thought I’d check again. Let me know if you find it’s sorry little bitter ass! lol
Thanks! 😉
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It’s my first time here, I want to say that English is not my first language so I’m sorry if I make mistakes.
I’m 20 and I’ve been suicidal since I was 9, I’ve tried it a few times when I was younger and didn’t succeed but luckily no one even noticed. I’ve regularly made cuts in my legs since I was 12, my family and friends have seen the scars and even asked about them but none of them seems to actually care about it.
Last year I started talking with who is my best friend now, she’s suicidal too. We support each other and we […]
For years now suicide has always been an option, slowly becoming more prominent in my mind. All I want is for all my pain to end, the countless nightmares from a past that I brought upon myself. Failed attempts litter my life, with the pain of always being second best and always ending up in stupid scenarios. Having planned out every step of how I plan on ending my life doesn’t help any more, My mind so cloudy with doubt. I know I want to end my life but due to the failed attempts I find it harder and harder to be able to, it makes […]
I dream of a world where people can just try to understand each other, rather than judge them for their problems. A world where no one is criticized for who they are and what they love. Unfortunately, a world of peace doesn’t exist.
I dream that I am on my own planet, where there is no misery, violence, hatred or discrimination, with only my closest friends, family members, animals and people who get me. Like I said… I dream. If only dreams could come true for those of us […]
I am invisible. Always. What’s ironic is when I was younger I thought it would be great to be. Now I am. I get forgotten when I’m in the same room. Waiters and waitresses have forgotten me. I regularly get asked when or how I got there. I wonder how many would notice did I simply never showed up again.
I’ve already been here
I’ve lived
I said goodbye
My moments are fading
As the time passes by
My photographs are burnt
They’ve forgotten my face
My footprints have disappeared
My clothes no longer have my scent
The end
They don’t miss me anymore
Looks like I’ve never been anything
Or anyone
It’s ok
The sorrow and the pain
The glory and the shame
The dreams and the emotion
The solitude and the devotion
All my unhappiness
Everything is nothingness
how much can a brain process? day in day out i only keep thinking and seeking solutions. how does normality feel, what is rest – i’ve forgotten all these things. though i don’t feel like that, but logically speaking, it will explode one day.
i’ve accumulated quite a collection of solutions by now. they can change anybody’s life if he follow them diligently. but then i ask – why don’t they change mine? i think there is a part of me that wants misery, that don’t want to get detached from them, that wants all that evil that they transfer in me.
I really love being ignored and forgotten… Said no one ever.
Lie in a bed of white, buried in cotton
Feeling empty, lost and hopelessly forgotten
Prescription bottles on the nightstand
Next to a rusted wedding band
Half-empty champagne glasses litter the floor
And there’s no where to turn anymore
So you climb into the bathtub and clutch the blade
Hoping that the voices in your head will fade
Everything that ever mattered slips away
And you engrave all the words that you couldnt say
As blood trickles down your legs, you cry
Because finally, you feel alive
I had forgotten how much it aches after cutting. Rolled over to try to sleep, let’s just say I’m awake now.
I sit here thinking.. why couldn’t it have all been fine. It all started when i was around the age of 7. Mom got arrested. Dad wanted nothing to do with me. I felt lost, abandoned, unwanted, helpless, worthless, even forgotten. I didn’t know what to think or what was going on. Theres times now where i still feel lost, unwanted, and forgotten. Forgotten by the world, like no one ever even knew I existed. I go to school, just to get bullied on a daily basis. I sit and wonder what I did to deserve this, why is this even happening. Am I really […]
This life isn’t worth living, if you aren’t with me to share it.
That is why I try so hard..
When you hug me, it heals me..
When you kiss me, i feel alive.
I never thought I could fall in love again.
But I did, I fell in love with you.
If I die now, I will die yours forever.
I just want to be yours forever.
But I know I can never be yours forever, whilst I stay.
You will never love me the way I love you.
I am Ariel, so I will die yours forever..
i have always hated myself and everything to do with me i cant even look at a photo of myself and i cant seem to do anything right and everyone keeps quitting on me so whats the point in living? sure im only 14 but thats 14 years of pain let me help you understand a little i am a 14 year old girl living in care i have had 6 different placements in seven years and to top it off im bi so nothing seems to be going very well my therapist quit on me today so that makes three of them i have […]
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