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I’m not even suicidal. I’m exhausted.

by beautifulmonster 11/27/2018

written by beautifulmonster

Been awhile since I’ve been on here….

horrible year

horruble month

horrible week

horrible night

im lying in bed i feel pain, extreme anxiety, exhausted hurt, familiar anger and confusion.

Am I that stressed out I don’t know what the f*** to do?!?! dare I say it but have I hit bottom? (Pffft if my past tells me anything I have a heck load left)

reading my previous posts… so depressed….

i am still depressed. But It’s mixed with an annoyance. I’m annoyed at myself. Last night (my stomach just flipped) was disgraceful. How could I possibly allow myself to be in that position? Why the hell have I put complete wankers around […]

11/27/2018 0 comment

The Day

by Taf Taf 10/23/2018

written by Taf Taf

Original version by the New York Rock & Roll Ensemble (1970):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3kS7OcH87Y

Cover version by Raining Pleasure (2005):

Lyrics:

Sitting in the time of day when the sun is very warm

Dreaming in a kind of way that a dream is always born

Drifting with the things I feel when I put away my will

Sleeping in the time of day when the sun is very still.

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I’m alone here with you / Take my time, take me too…

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Leaving in the time of day when the sun is getting cold

Walking in the kind […]

10/23/2018 2 comments

Fuck This World

by majesticwalrus 11/14/2015

written by majesticwalrus

Just a few hours ago, 153 innocent people were murdered. At leas one of them had now desire to die, but I’m assuming that was the case for most, if not all, of them. People wanting to live had their lives forcefully ripped from them, while I want to die but just don’t have the energy to try. I’d gladly trade places with any of them. This world is a cosmic, “Fuck you,” to everyone. Innocent people that want to live die every day, while those of us that want to die can easily end up surviving a suicide attempt or two. This is bullshit, […]

11/14/2015 8 comments

Pt. 1 – Being alive

by RemiBee 10/23/2015

written by RemiBee

My life starts with my mom who we will call “B”. I was sort of a mistake I guess you could call it. My dad was one of those people you’d only have a one night stand. Stuff happened and I was born. He missed my birth, him being in the military and all, but was able to come about 2 hours after my birth (His unit hadn’t left yet).

10/23/2015 1 comment

The Loss of an Innocent (Sexual assault)

by DarkWeasley 1/2/2015

written by DarkWeasley

(Warning, this is sorta long and it may trigger things for some people. Bex, isn’t a real person. Bex is just something I used to make this easier to write. Whether or not you read this is up to you, I just felt it time to put it out there.)

Dear Bex,
Why do we blame ourselves for the shit that happens, when it’s we who are the victims?
Why do we try to act like nothing has happened, when the events are life changing?
Why do we hide beneath our own humiliation, when it’s they who should be humiliated?
Just why..?

This is something I’ve […]

1/2/2015 7 comments

That first cut seems so innocent…

by Engeltje 11/6/2013

written by Engeltje

Just a poem I’ve written today which is I think pretty recognizable for people who cut. It’s the way I feel about it.

The first time,
it feels so innocent.
Just a small scratch.

But after a while,
you know that first cut wasn’t that innocent.

It was the beginning of an addiction,
that’s hard to beat.
And addiction that’s getting worse and worse.
There’s nothing left of that first little scratch.

The cuts you make now are much worse.
While you’re cutting,
you can see the skin tearing apart.
You can feel the stinging pain,
of your knife that’s cutting in your skin.
You […]

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My Innocence

by endingtheagony 6/25/2013

written by endingtheagony

IÂ have never known innocence.

It has been pain and loss and death

since before I could store a memory.

And now I am asked to be normal.

I am asked to pretend

that my childhood

was warm and innocent.

Innocence was ripped away

at the age of six,

surrounded by hands

and pleas and tears

and blood to be kept secret.

But begging never gets you anywhere.

Innocence was ripped away

as I laid next to my best friend

at the age of 13

whose heart had stopped beating,

while mine took

just a bit too long

to cease.

Innocence was ripped away

with the last words she heard from me,

“I forgive you, mom.”

I was 14.

Innocence has been ripped away from me

every time I walk that […]

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Remembering all those Beautiful Souls we’ve lost to Suicide.

by PascelTrees 5/21/2013

written by PascelTrees

To the girl who was called ‘ugly’ by the many people she’d call ‘friends’, we will remember you.

To the boy who’s sexuality made him a target of beating bullies, we will remember you.

To the high school dropout who followed the wrong path of alcohol and drugs, we will remember you.

To the man who had no home, love or hope, we will remember you.

To the woman who lost her husband to cancer, we will remember you.

And to the all the other innocent, pure minds who have taken their lives, we will remember you, and the suffering you have once endured, Is now peace within the heart.

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5/21/2013 4 comments

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Why is perverted ness not accpected in the World? Am I just too off beat?

by animerocks500 5/7/2013

written by animerocks500

I am a bit off, when I was younge my father raped me. But I do not hate my father for rapeing me or making me watch porn, I am a bit up set for not being able to be completely innocent but I do not hate my father , in fact I am abit sorry for him for being as perverted as me with the male gender. Ever since I can rember I have Dream of porn or sex dreams. I have dream of being abused and watching other people getting abused. At one point I felt horrible for having a dirty mind, I […]

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5/7/2013 5 comments

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Deep hate for an innocent child.

by Danni 1/27/2013

written by Danni

In my family there’s only four. My mother, my father, my sister, and I. Being 10 years apart (my sister and I), I looked up to her, always wanting to be like her, she moved out when she was 18,Â and I was so excited, and happy for her being independent, and all. Anyways, she moved to a city, we (my father, mother and I) thought she was doing well. She was in Uni, independent, and partying, just like any other young adult, but unfortunatley she was mixing her priorities wrong. Too much partying and not enough studying, lead to her not sending my parents […]

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1/27/2013 1 comment

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when i was a little girl…

by justwannahelp112 5/26/2012

written by justwannahelp112

when i was a little girl i was happy
i didn’t think anything could hurt me
didn’t know about the world just waiting to destroy me

when i was a little girl i was innocent
i didn’t break rules
didn’t go looking for trouble
not like i do now

when i was a little girl i had many friends
i made friends very easily
everyone wanted to be my friend
that is no longer the case

when i was a little girl i knew what i wanted
i knew i wanted to have a family
a good job. someone to love and care for
now im not sure

when […]

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5/26/2012 1 comment

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My friend that is my suicide

by Suicidal 6/2/2009

written by Suicidal

” I’ve often thought of suicide as my anwser. But now i regret it. I Slit my wrist way to deep all the blood rushes from my gentle body as i lay crimped up on the floor i wonder if anyone even cares. My funeral was horrible no one even bother to release a tear. not one. No one came to claim me as there’s. No boys seem to take a look when i walk by they just go on&on about the measly lives of theÂ tiredness of the others with in the room. No counselor seems to listen when i scream at the top of […]

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