i swallowed twnty something benadryls and c lonazepams i was very dissapointed i woke up… any ideas dont own a gun so im not going there. I slit my wrists today but that just numbed me a little bit. also walked into on going traffic … jumped off a second floor building didnt work. can someone help me die?
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I have only a plastic bag and a razor blade I was planning to wait till I’m 18 and get a shotgun would you put the gun in your mouth?
Trembling, tumbling, turning
Down the spiral I go
All these feelings, no one will ever know
Who’s to say this gun won’t blow
Live a day through my eyes
See all the happy little lies
Paranoia sets in, creepy little spies
Voices in my head like pesky demon flies
I can’t escape these dark skies, for all I want is nothing but to die…
….the end. Hopefully soon.
cut myself for the first time in 4 years yesterday.Spend most days drunk on alcohol/valium or both yet still going to work but it’s getting harder. The fact I get a train doesn’t help, it would be easy to jump in front of one cause I get plenty of option to but hey, I don’t wanna fuck up their lives by hitting me.
wanting to throw myself downstairs daily is so frustrating, other people seem to be happy! What the fuck is that?
Im glad they are but i’m just wondering how that feels!
I wanted a gun, but in the UK it’s pretty difficult. […]
I would never kill myself with someone else’s gun.
Or the gun my brother bought me.
I have been depressed and suicidal for many years. My desire to accomplish some of the goals that I have in life is the only thing that is keeping me alive. Experiencing a peaceful death is one of the goals that I have. It is a privilege that very few people that are suicidal get to experience.
I don’t believe that a suicidal person should have to experience negative emotions like fear, anger, and sadness during their final moments. I believe that a bullet to the head is always the best way to go. The death will always be quick and painless if the gun is […]
if someone pointed a gun to me and was going to shoot me, id take the gun and do it myself… nobody will get the satisfaction that they killed me except for me… theyve all caused me enough pain as it is. i wont let them finish what they started so maybe theyll have the feeling of being incomplete and empty wondering why it couldnt have ended their way… someone try and drown me… help me set myself free…
…I’m giving up on you.
Tonight feels right. My heart is heavy, but this gun feels so light. Tonight is right.
Goodbye.
I don’t know what to do anymore. It’s all so standard. I’m not giving up, mom. Lying in bed every day, not caring about anyone who never cared about me. I’m not giving up, dad. Sleeping until 5pm, popping the pills they gave me to relax. I’m not giving up. I just don’t know what to do since you’ve left. If you left, what’s keeping me here? I’m not giving up.
A couple days ago. I haven’t cut in a couple months. I’ve going to most likely do it again. I want. Things I can’t have, things I can’t live without. I chose a long sleeve shirt for my job for a reason, I have to just hide it. I think about locking the store, drinking the night away, and just cutting myself till I bleed out in the store. I hope people try and rob me with a gun, so I can ‘do something stupid’ and get myself shot. I’m a coward, I can’t do it myself. I wish I dead. Or just. No I […]
I’ve been miserable all my life starting from first day of school in elementary to this day. I’ve been bullied and lied to all my life. So a few years ago I decide to spend all my money on a gun to and it. I had the courage to pull the trigger but is you might if noticed I’m still here in one piece. Apparently the gun was not working well and it only fired a part of the bullet and a slow speed so I somehow survived that with empty voids in my memory.
I’m looking for a quick and easy way to end it. […]
Yes I got the title from Doug Stanhope (one of dopest). I felt it very appropriate considering how I plan to end it all. Sept. 14th my birthday. Perfect. I don’t wish to go into the details of my heart ache, I just want the pain and loneliness to cease. One shotgun from Walmart $150, box of shells $10, alleviation from thirty four years of emotional upheaval fucking priceless.
I tried to kill myself , I just looked at the gun and couldn’t do it, can I not even do that right ? I want to die so why can I not just do it !!!!!!
I found the only thing stronger than grief, pain, and despair its name is what we call fear
On the 31 of july i woke up whit just one thougth on my head the thougth of dying i planned everything that very morning, yeah i even wrote here i just needed to talk myself off before well you know crossing over, im not a writer so im going to say the things as they happened and everything i felt on my self frustrated “try”
I phone called my gradfather in order to check if he was going to be in home (nobody suspect my condition, yeah im […]
I’ve thought it about for a long time and I’ve decided that I do want to end it. The problem is finding a method that is feasible for me and also reliable. I don’t have access to massive amounts of sleeping pills (and that doesn’t seem to work either). A helium bag seems like the next option but I don’t know where to purchase the materials. Hanging is impossible in the dorm I’m in. The only sure way is by shooting myself but I can’t find a place to purchase a gun. I read a post by another college student on here who said he […]
the lawn seems empty
the sky looks clear
the imminent danger
seems no where near
someone steps out
gun in hand
somebody runs
somebody stands
no one seems phased
he loads the gun
why do they walk
why don’t they run?
the sky turns red
and so does the road
somebody screams
as the blood starts to flow
the laws have crumbled
it’s a free for all
black is the trend
and decency falls
corpses lay mangled
in allies and streets
laying in stacks
and on the concrete
hanging from streetlights
and hanging from trees
nobody cares
as long as they bleed
if someone’s not hanging
they’re hanging others
from children and […]
Today instead of driving straight home I took a long detour around my town. I went up and down streets and stopped occasionally on a hill side. I pondered whether or not to hit to gas and keep going. A small accident maybe, they would say. But it would be okay for me. All that pain and stupid shit would be over. All the worry about being so fucking different and not normal would be gone. I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life locked up somewhere. No, if I were to be punished then I’d rather die because I’m already living in hell. I […]
The thought of me killing myself is literally the best thing ever. It makes me happy to know it will all be over soon. I hate when people say “do what makes you happy” You want me to be happy? Then hold a gun to my head and pull the damn trigger. K thanks.
I wish to terminate the continuance of a certain existence,
though it is obvious that the identity is of someone regarding myself,
I do not wish to expose the exact identity of the person[s] involved.
So I will simply yield this Inquisition:
Why not?
The hour grows short; hasten your responses
its time for me to get out of here. it wont be long now. i just need to get a gun. Dammit!!