all i’m asking for is a RED ROSEÂ … it’s stupid maybe ,,
under the rain ,, on a sidewalk .. walking there .. to see that shadow of a man .. holding that red rose .. waitting for me .. i come .. he give it to me … and then i go home .. to lay in my bed with that red rose .. to hold it close to my heart in the cold nights.. remembering that rain and that shadow .. about rain and sun and roses .. about life .. about love .. about the warmth … about zina … the name […]
Alrighty loves, here is today’s positive post challenge. Post something that inspires you, whether it be a piece of art or a name of a loved one or a book, movie, piece of music, etc. I am hoping that with this post, those who lack inspiration and beauty in their lives will find something here. Good luck loves 🙂
I am drained. I’m tired and exhausted of living in a body and in a world which I don’t care for, nor belong in. I have never really felt comfortable here, never felt a belonging that wasn’t as disingenuous as it was ephemeral, the only meaning, or purpose I have experienced, has been under substances, or even worse, from the euphoria of a biochemical imbalance. The only exception, the truly comfortable place, is this place in my head that I’ve known for quite some time; I would leave by my own hand. I hate myself and all of myself. All of the bits.
Although I […]
Why is it so hard to get mental help when you need it? I’m a college student with parents that don’t know that anything’s wrong, and $10 to my name.
I started going through what I needed to do to prepare to commit suicide…one of my friends caught on and told me maybe I should go get help. I said I would do it for her. It’s been an uphill battle trying to find someone to take my insurance, and being able to get an appointment. Most places don’t take appointments for the intake paperwork, so I have to miss a whole day of class for […]
Ok lovelies, here is today’s challenge: I want you to name someone who loves you. And if you ABSOLUTELY cannot think of anyone, then know I love you, love 🙂
Wake me up inside. Bid my blood to run, before I come undone. Call my name & save me from the dark. Bring me to life
I still think of you
more often than I’d like to admit
it still hurts to hear your name
i wish you’d leave my mind
sometimes I want to go after you
but I know that’s not what you want
i understand why you had to leave
I just wish you didn’t
I feel terrible for what I did
what I excepted of you was too great
I got too mad
said and did terrible things
im sorry, and I think you know that
you just don’t care
you left me to save yourself
and that’s ok
i just wish you’d come back
I miss you
I miss our friend ship
I wish things could go back to the way they were
but I know […]
I left high school because I was having social issues then I decided to go to Lincoln tech so I could get a good job and not be a looser and I end up getting a 3.0 at the cost of having two guys try to fight me and another pouring a soda over my head I start a job… Hate it conditions are terrible switch fields get lied to on a daily basis about advancement opportunities that don’t exist I meet a beautiful stripper by the name of Mandy real name Tiffany we texted a lot and I felt she may have been playing […]
I started to talk to this girl that I met at the strip club. She’s a stripper and we understand each other because we have had similar situations. Been through the same stuff I know her real name and I have her real number and I know things about her and her life that people don’t just give out. But because of her profession which by the way I respect, given her circumstances she has a kid and all and you gotta do what you gotta do well anyway her profession makes me feel like she could be playing me but I recently figured out […]
As the name suggests, I was so lost with life so many times. I think someone on Suicide Project chat introduced me to this song. The lyrics pretty much described everything I felt perfectly. I made a piano cover of the song, but feel free to listen to the original version and let me know what you think of the lyrics.
I’m tired of punching walls, I’m tired of feeling sad, I’m tired of having an empty burn inside my chest, I’m tired of hearing voices, I’m tired of being surrounded by people who don’t know my name. I’m tired of wanting to end my life every single day. i really wish i wasn’t so tired..
I been working on a political and social movement for years. The name or the organization will be called The Actionist Movement (a generic name for a complex ideology). I lost interest in it for years. One of my main goals is Neuropreservation for far future transhumanism. I haven’t gotten to that part because its complex. my philosophy covers a number of issues such as prison and school reform etc. here is what I wrote so far on my Bioethics Agenda (a lot more to write about that).
The book will be called – My Vision: The Manifesto of the Actionist Movement
EUTHANASIA – The option of […]
Hell, it’s corny as all fuck but I don’t care. Lately my personal situation has left me with more of a relation to Mr. Brightside than most songs. Well, that and a need to have one goddamn drink. Being alone sucks, but to know who you’d like to be spending time with is ignoring you, and is with their boyfriend just makes it that much worse. Experiencing one of the big depression symptoms which is… Any guesses? You Sir, You madam! You guessed it, lethargy. The girl’s out there doing God knows what for God knows what reason, and I’m sitting here talking about a […]
I can’t even think. I feel dead inside. There’s always a reason to keep me down. SROs are like prisons that you pay market rate apartment rent for, to have a prison cell sized room, be controlled, moniotred, have your belongings rummaged through every othe day, and aren’t allowed to have visitors beyond common areas. Fuck that. I hope I don’t get in. I’m going to put an end to this shit soon.
I don’t even feel as in love as I once did. He kind of pisses me off that he can complain about his life and problems, even posting on Facebook that he wanted […]
“There once was a Gasm who’s name was Or”
“Watering the garden was her favorite chore”
“Red faced men volunteered with glee”
“Blooming her blossems, and planting there seeds”
“Or was the happiest woman in town”
“A Gasm like her could never frown”
“With a lot of hard work, and 10 second breaks”
“It was time to rest, with a tummy full of steak”
How do you all like my poem? Feedback please!
This is the last fucking straw! I can’t get a known slum lord to rent to me because of my credit and my name change from a female name to a male name is surely the trigger that set him off, but he had already decided against renting to me before he even got my application. He didn’t look at anything. He just knew he didn’t want some freak there.
I’m too fat and ugly to ever be loved, laid, or even be accepted as a roommate. I’m destined to be homeless and alone and no one has any fucking idea what it’s like to be […]
I got here and my motivation tanked. I laid on the ground and cried for hours. I haven’t seen any more trains when there’s supposed to be over 100 a day, and they seem to move too slow. In any case, my first name is Seth. I live in Chicago. I’m in a public place. I’ll be back to work in the morning.
I want to do it tonight, but it’s harder on a weekday because of work. I don’t think I can bear this pain until the weekend. I’m miserable. I’m ready to go. I wrote instructions on my leg. I’ll write more on my arm later. It’s a matter of principal. I’ve always said this, the longer I’m alive, the longer people will treat me like shit and feel they have every fucking right to. I will leave my name here as soon before the event as possible. I also have to apologize to my work by email and basically tell off the guy I loved.
I can’t do this anymore. There’s no point in living if you don’t feel alive. For as long as I can remember I’ve been fighting depression and struggling with poverty and I just don’t care anymore. I’ve had nothing but horrible, humiliating, miserable life experiences. My biological family is beyond dis functional. I don’t really have friends just acquaintances. The only man I love hates me and wants nothing to do with me. I went to college and still can’t get a decent job. My best friend in college died. I have Major Depression, PTSD, and Agoraphobia. I am physically repulsive and it would take […]
I am Married woman I had lot of trust on my husband but it was broken when i found some romantic message from a woman to him in his mobile i had not taken it seriously but whenever i checked his message then it was deleted again i found the message from that woman to him then i asked him who she is? he just behaved that he don’t know the lady but latter on he just confessed her name to me but didn’t said me who she is? i also didn’t pressurize him. problem is that i can’t overcome from the thoughts so most […]
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