She walks through this life
Untouchable
Like sunlight through fog
Protractible
Shes kidnapped your heart
Impressionable
You’ll never break down her wall
Understandable
Its ‘cos of what she’s been through
Detestable
You wanna make it all right
Commendable
But shes got her own plan
Irreversible
And when its all done……forgivable.
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life
The long awaited day has arrived, i’m ready to do it!
with no regrets, maybe a lot of unachieved and unfulfilled dream but that’s okay.
sorry Mama, i wish i was a good son, sorry for breaking your heart you are working all the time to afford me college i really appreciate it.
father, despite of everything i know you love me and i wish i were the son that you wanted but i can’t go on anymore.
my lil sis!!! 🙂 it’s gonna be okay! don’t worry, and i’m sure that Caroline loves you! i’m sorry because i couldn’t be that brother who you could […]
Hello folks.
Short update here. Feeling peaceful. No manifestos to offer today about fish or flowers. No art as I seem to have ended this methodical obsessive streak for the time being. I sat and watched two movies last night. Was just in the moment. The movies were not life changing movies they were just silly things. Pure silly entertainment. A friend told me yesterday that is important. Doing silly things just because. There doesn’t have to be some kind of life changing revelation in every moment I take in. Sometimes it is just sitting […]
Before I leave you all, I have one request.
Let those that I love know I love them. Let those who know me have a blessed life. Let those who I trust know where to speak.
As for the woman I miss and hope to fix one day down another life;
I hope you know that without you my demons overpower me. This is not your fault. Not your battle. As for you, I wish you find yourself. I found me in you.
I also lost myself in your glorious love. In your pleasant surprise of joy and truth. I will stay forever lost in the time that […]
I don’t think all people have a purpose. I even think some people will be stepped on and overlooked through the entirety of their life. Not everyone can have a fairy tale life or like in the movies. It makes those people more miserable seeing people have things fall in place for them while they struggle so much. I just don’t get why assisted suicide isn’t a thing. I mean they would rather have abortions in hospitals than in their home or on the street. They both are deaths of a human being. Let suicide happen in hospitals where people can say goodbye.
Every night as I lay my mind and body to rest, I pray the angel of death to greet me. Every morning I am stricken with the remembrance of life. The pain and torture of my misery. Good riddance to those who hate me. Hello to those that have left. Goodbye to all the rest.
feelings come and go but death is forever haunting and will be the main event of the night
stars fade tonight, feelings come to life
Stepped over a ledge today without a hit of self preservation instincts(survied, the fourth time I’ve failed at dying). No butterflies in my stomach, no sweat in my hands, I simply no longer have any fear of death. Then it occured to me: if i dont have any fear of dying why should i fear change? So i quit my job, emptied my bank occount, moved, confessed everything i had left to confess. I figure in a month I’ll either have a good life or a great crime scene but for now it seems like killing myself was the one exciting thing i had left […]
Ah. Now there was a question. A good question– good enough for me to take it into serious consideration for the next week– but woefully incomplete at its core.
I mean, who inspires me to do what? To say what? To be what? What is this inspiration supposed to be like? How am I supposed to react to it? How am I supposed to answer this question?
Was I overthinking this? Absolutely, but, if we were to cut the shit and get down to the nitty-gritty, I was agonizing over this because had multiple answers to all the above.
After all, my parents inspire me. They inspire me in a […]
These sharp edges gushing blood
something warm
something numb
this is all I have to give
these little lines
for all to see
they see pink
they see scabs
they see this wretched
young female
in this world to succeed and die
I hold this life in these hands
that pierce something squishy something warm
something that shines
a colorful red
marks the skin
and betrays your mouth
of beautiful words that’s all lies
so they don’t see that you aren’t well.
Hey everyone, new and old SP members. I know its hard for you guys right now. But do me a favor and keep fighting. Im fighting too.
I’ve recently been into reading much more than I usually am. There’s this author, Paulo Coelho who seems to understand everything its crazy and be able to express exactly what i think and feel in his work. I don’t know what your situations are, but I really want you guys to consider no read these books. Im not saying they will change your life immediately. but they will definitely have you thinking, and acknowledging and growing.
I know a lot […]
I just found an article about a 13 years old boy that died close to where I live. The article was sketchy and seemed to be leaving too much out but had no trouble describing the boys mother holding his life less body rocking back and forth in the ditch. At first I thought maybe he got hit by a car….but the article would have just said that, why leave that out? I thought more on it, the kid killed himself. I found another article that confirmed it. The whole article was deeply disturbing as it described how the kids on the school bus saw […]
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It has been a while since I last visited this place. Perhaps there is no escape from chains that constrict and choke the life out of any soul they come across. But for now, I shall rest easy knowing the appeal and versatility of poetic ambiguity.
In a far away place
Through iron bars of thorns and frost
Clawing, calling for a taste
Of scalding light
I lay bloodied
Upon the stone slabs of Dante’s revelation, fleeing, flying, make haste!
Breathe; breathe and let out the last
Drip drops of ichor
Filling the dead dread with echolalia
Bestial horrors crack open, the
Gyres of reckoning.
Well, very average at best. I long ago accepted my ugliness and depression but just recently after many years they’ve started to bother me again, making me more suicidal. Why? I already came to terms with it. Seems life just wants me to carry on suffering and beating myself up about it. Looks are everything to people nowadays and everyone knows it. They are the passport to a much easier life and happiness.
“We’re animals, and we’re on this hunk of Earth hurdling through space. There’s no meaning to life. There’s no purpose. It’s completely absurd and pointless, and we’re just creatures crawling around trying to have sex, and eat, and have shelter. And the only thing that’s for sure is that we’re going to decay and die, just as our ancestors did, and just as our progeny are going to, and that’s it. Does that sound good? That doesn’t sound too good.” – Jeff Greenberg (Flight From Death – Documentary)
No matter how quickly or how slowly I get to know someone… I always feel afraid of actually having any sort of relationship. I’m very much an open book, sometimes too much so, but when I meet someone I like I can’t help but open up to them and tell them how I feel. Like me back or not, it still leaves me vulnerable to being hurt by them, one way or another.
I always feel like something is going to happen, either that they’ll realize I’m a shitty person and distance themselves from me, or I’ll accidentally say or do something stupid and they’ll hate […]
I sit alone in my house, overwhelmed by emptiness which I must admit sounds like a strange sensation. It began in my chest and climbed its way up my throat and just sat there. The pressure is unbearable and it is a struggle to breathe. I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my head and I lay down and concentrate on my breathing. Breathing in I try and count to 9 then attempt to hold the air in my lungs for 9 seconds before breathing out slowly for 9 seconds. I read online that this was meant to help. It does to an extent. Although […]
this has been the most emotionally exhausting day of my entire godforsaken existence. I don’t know what to do or think anymore, I’m just crying and crying. I’ve got the absolute worst headache from having 5 hours of sleep and 4 hours of crying. This just fucking sucks ass.
I had to call my mother and tell her I’m self-harming. She says she thought I was the one thing she got right in her life, but apparently I’m not. So, great. Fan-fucking-tastic. I have ruined my mother’s life and all this without her even knowing I’m suicidal. she asked why I would even tell her if […]
I’m a deep thinker, as well as an overactive thinker, so almost every second of everyday there are numerous thoughts, worries, and questions running throughout my brain. Here’s one for anyone who wants to answer. What do you think you would be like and your life would be like if you didn’t know you were going to die? You had no awareness about what death is, or that it even happened. For me it would be pretty terrifying, mainly because I see death as my escape, something I will always be able to look forward to and count on because it is inevitable and is […]