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Journal Entry #7 (comments appreciated)

by marine105 9/7/2014

written by marine105

Just then, a sound.

The sound of shattering glass swished through the open door frame, berating my eardrums and bringing me out of my trance. I turned my gaze upward as I shifted my orientation, just in time to hear another shattering sound as bits of the bathroom mirror fell from its frame and into the sink.

Before I could even think, I was on my feet and running towards the door. Because I knew pain, and I knew what he’d do to himself.

I shouted his name; no answer.

I shouted it again, my fists frantically pounding against the door. The shattering stopped, and I heard a light […]

9/7/2014 3 comments

Cutting

by justmehere 9/6/2014

written by justmehere

Lately I’ve had lots of thoughts about cutting…I’ve never done it before. But I’ve know people who have and they say it relieves their pain and makes them feel better.

I guess the only thing stopping me is the pain. (Ironic that I could try to kill myself but not bring myself to slash my wrist lol right?)

i just want some of my pain to go away. I’ve never been 100% positive about suicide so this sounds good idk.

How bad does it hurt?

9/6/2014 6 comments

How did this happen?

by knocked down to many times 9/1/2014

written by knocked down to many times

I lived my life as a child who had big dreams. I wanted to be a teacher or a doctor because that’s what kids my age wanted to be at the time. Life outside was great,but coming home was never any fun. There were times when I enjoyed being home. Other times I wish I had a place to run to. Four years go by and every single day of those years were awful. What still brings me tears is when on July 5th I told myself “This was beautiful day”. From then till now I haven’t had a beautiful day. I became a druggie […]

9/1/2014 1 comment

All I want is to leave this place

by melsxxdm 8/30/2014

written by melsxxdm

I’ve wanted to kill myself for the past 3 years. I attempted it twice but failed both times, the first time with pills and the second with a razor to my wrist. On the rare occasions where I feel happy, I get home and cut myself. It’s the worst feeling ever. Someone should put me into a coma, I want to sleep forever.

8/30/2014 2 comments

Last Night

by MrFixit 8/10/2014

written by MrFixit

Another day, and I slowly make my way out of the sleep paralysis that seems to come more often now. Then one by one I drag a foot off my bed and plant it on the floor, feeling surprised that I am still alive, but of course not surprised that I still feel so dead… I look over my shoulder towards the spot in which I had laid and observe the blood stains upon my sheets from last nights battle. Another trigger had been pulled and I was wounded, the cuts are getting a little deeper now, it’s also requiring more to simply balance out […]

8/10/2014 2 comments

One Try Left

by TheAngelInChains 7/31/2014

written by TheAngelInChains

So after the end of last summer, my life turned around….

So I’m off to 7th grade, my first year of middle school. During that time I was bullied a lot. My brother also made this new friend who didn’t like me very much. After that my brother was also kinda a bully to me. And the things they would say and do to me made me feel sad and angry and never deal with it.

So the stress and depression builds. It’s just sitting inside of me like a bo going to blow up. I also have this 7 year old sister who won’t ever leave […]

7/31/2014 3 comments

not quite sure

by br0kensmiLe09 7/19/2014

written by br0kensmiLe09

I’m not quite sure of who I am.

sometimes I like to think that I am a perfectly fine teenager because isn’t the biggest symptom of madness denying you have a problem? if I admit to this I am probably not quite insane, am I?

but I’m too tired too tired to care too tired to live all I want is to fall into a deep slumber forever and ever…

its painful to wake up everyday dreading that you’re gonna live.

life has been deliriously tiring lately I don’t even know what I’m doing. sometimes I wish I could drag that blade across my wrist hard but no matter […]

7/19/2014 5 comments

The First Time

by Raven678 6/18/2014

written by Raven678

Once upon a memory, a nightmare, yet a memory that still haunts me, I traced a horizontal line across my wrist. One, two, three, four times with a sharp object, breaking skin, stinging, causing a mild bleed. Fifth time, force applied, the sharp object went to and through my wrist and out the other side. I screeched in pain, I bit my lip, I sunk my teeth in, my eyes watered. I sat and stared at the damage I had done. That was the first time, more attempts followed…Still I endure…

6/18/2014 2 comments

Are you ever scared someone will find out?

by Scarlett 6/15/2014

written by Scarlett

I don’t know if I’m full-on suicidal.Â But I like the feeling of a blade on my skin, the blood running down my ankle, my neck, my arm, whatever it may be.Â I like the numbness it brings.Â Maybe that’s why I cut, to bring on the feeling that makes sure I can keep going for another day.Â But I was found out when I actually cut a word on my wrist.Â My docs blamed it on a medication I was taking, but I know better.Â Are any of you scared someone will find out that you’re suicidal, if people don’t know?Â Are you scared […]

6/15/2014 4 comments

I think I’m done with life

by bloo d y 6/10/2014

written by bloo d y

To all of the ass holes, the miscreants and the filth out there sounding the earth I’m done, I don’t need to be hear anymore. You along with many other things have pushed me to the edge then when I’m grasping on to the cliff for dear life you stomp on my hands, I hqve things to tell you before I am gone, I’m sick and tiers of your comments and your judgements, all If your discrimination and lies, I AM GAY, I AM A NERD, And you know what YOUR AN ASSHOLE. if you think you can judge people because they like someone of […]

6/10/2014 9 comments

Blood stains

by The_red_fairytale 5/30/2014

written by The_red_fairytale

Red against white, who will win?
Silver metal, my deadly sin, some days I don’t wanna win.
Feeling high, feeling numb, lost again in this-
Eternal bliss.

But the scars that cover my wrist are so damn hard to over come.
Hearing the words they say, seeing the looks they give
Telling myself I’m not good enough.
I’m worthless, that I’m not allowed to breath-
Don’t say I’m not, don’t tell me I’ll be fine.
I don’t wanna see the light, at least not for tonight.

I wanna be dreaming of a lost happiness
Of someone loving this crazy broken person
Of not being shattered

5/30/2014 6 comments

Doing it

by Undead101 5/28/2014

written by Undead101

Somedays I just feel like finally doing it. Just swallowing that bottle of pills on my nightstand or climbing onto my room and diving head first into my concrete driveway, maybe taking a kitchen knife a locking myself in my bedroom ..sliding it vertically down my wrist. My life is an endless circle of nothingness.

Wake up, get dressed, brush teeth, grab backpack, jog to bus stop, go to my seat, arrive at school, go to homeroom, go to 1st period, go to 2nd period, go to lunch, go to 3rd period, go to 4th period, get on bus, walk home, eat, do homework, get online, […]

5/28/2014 3 comments

Wanting to end it.

by Lonely Music Girl 5/27/2014

written by Lonely Music Girl

Yeah, I want to end my life as well. My reasons are Â arm long. Â I was rape at eighteen years on the day of my eighteen birthday party by my boyfriend at the time. The same boyfriend would push me against the wall, and grab my wrist with a scary look on his face. ( I left him but he help with my own emo feelings. ) The next year was my senior year. I lost MOST of my friends because one of something STUPID. I learn I had most fake friends then real friends. No one would believe me about the rape. , but […]

5/27/2014 2 comments

is it the end?

by raven wulffee 5/19/2014

written by raven wulffee

I put this gun to my head

I pulled the trigger I’m dead

i drank the poison

to break from my prison

baby my blood is frozen

you tried to make me revive

because you want me to survive

its to late you said your goodbye

the fault is all mine

I call your name

but to you this is all a game

the scars of time never fade

all this pain that you made

the cuts cover my wrist

i never got to rest

take my blade

give me life that you made

i scream i dont want this anymore

it all sinks to my core

you come to my funeral as i beg you not to cry

i really did try

i told you […]

5/19/2014 3 comments

Am I abnormal?

by lolzmay 5/10/2014

written by lolzmay

Today I almost broke up with my boyfriend because I feel that every time he sees me crying for no reason, every day I can’t go to school because I can’t get out of bed, every time he sees a new scar on my wrist, it hurts him. I can see the tears he holds back or the pain in his eyes every time he looks at me. Sometimes he holds me very close to him because he fears that I’m suddenly going to disappear into thin air. He’s the first person I decided to trust with the secrets I had never told anyone else, […]

5/10/2014 6 comments

Everyday it’s the same

by lolzmay 5/10/2014

written by lolzmay

Every morning I wake up and it’s the same: I’m still alive. Sometime I wake up and cry, other times I sit up and hold in the pain afraid my mother or brother will notice it. Some days I don’t get up. I skip school and lie in bed looking at the ceiling or sleeping, trying to escape reality. I hear as my mother walks into my room and asks worriedly if I think it’s normal to stay in bed all day and all I can do is nod. I don’t have the strength to get out of bed and face life. All I can […]

5/10/2014 1 comment

Cuts

by abigail 4/16/2014

written by abigail

The pain,

Inside,

The dark,

Where it seems to hide,

The walls are closing in,

And the razors?

Well they call my name,

screaming,

loud,

LOUDER,

Til i cant take it,

I run,

Tears streaming down my face,

My heart,

Pounding,

Finally,

I sit and cry,

Razor in hand,

Back against the door,

Music,

Its blaring out the speakers,

I slowly slide the razor over the soft skin of my wrist,

Blood,

It drips,

A puddle,

Starts to form,

I now can finally sleep,

In peace,

This is how i deal with life,

Cuts all up my arms……

4/16/2014 2 comments

Moving up

by Remnant The Unbroken 4/2/2014

written by Remnant The Unbroken

Instead of cutting my leg or stomach like I usually do, I made a few slits on my wrist. Not deep….but I was satisfied with the amount of blood I drew. Fucked up, I know.

The thing is now it’s gonna be harder to hide. I think I’m finally getting my courage to go further to the vitals. If the rope doesn’t beat the knife to it.

Boy oh boy. Sorry if this is a trigger to any of you. I don’t even know why I feel the need to say this stuff.

I just don’t understand people’s fascination to live same as they can’t understand my […]

4/2/2014 16 comments

Rememba,MF neva loved us!!

by lifeishorrible 3/24/2014

written by lifeishorrible

I wanna cut my wrist so fucking back right now but I have this job thing on the third & I dont want people seeing them.I really dont want to cut on my thies or anywhere else.Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck I have a pencil sharpener!!

Razors&drugs cause a n+Â«Â»a fucking depressed

3/24/2014 0 comment

Suddenly…

by Terri-ble 3/22/2014

written by Terri-ble

I can’t remember how I got to this point where I don’t want to carry on.

I thought I was getting better but my wrist are raw and bloody and my tears taste of salt.

Gradually and then suddenly is what I tell the few who notice.

It’s like waking up one morning, afraid you’re going to live.

3/22/2014 2 comments

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