it shouldn’t be this difficult. Â to get up, to function, to eat, to shower, to wash my face, to clean, to work. Â it shouldn’t be this difficult. Â I feel like I continue to hit a wall, attempt to stand back up, and immediately run back into it at full speed. Â withdrawal isn’t helping. Â the memory gaps continue to worsen. Â i barely remember what i did this week. Â the nightmares have been getting worse. Â you know what’s my fucking favorite? Â having a nightmare about abuse, waking up in the morning and thinking it’s over, go to bed that night only for the fucking nightmare to CONTINUE […]
FUCKED FOR CASH
V1-
Cum splattered face
Wash away the taste
Fake a slutty smile
And bend over now
Give yourself up
For a couple bucks
For your next fix
From your fucking pimp
V2-
Caught in a web
Where everyone is dead
But walking, fucking
Making money
Take it in the ass
Oh so bloody
Pitiful waste
Prostitution
Chorus-
How did we
End up here?
Hooked on coke
And fucking queers
Make more money
Giving head
In an alley
Mostly dead
V3-
Did you ask for this?
Heroin cysts
Black eyes from guys
You fucked last night
One too much
Raped and fucked
Left alone
You have no […]
A year ago I felt so peaceful and free after moving forward on my plans to recover from an eating disorder that had taken over my life and jeopardized my health. I was improving more each and every day, I was enjoying food, and pleasure had been brought back to life. I thought the nightmare was over, I knew relapse was a harsh possibility, but I assured myself I would stay strong. At the time I had no support other than the occasional “I’m so happy for you” from a friend. That’s the way I wanted it, […]
I’ve been suicidal for many years and, to an extent, most of my life. Not a manic obvious case of suicide but a quite, calm and patient case. It was supposed to all happen tomorrow, Friday, July 26th 2013 but won’t.
I realized recently that my plan all this time was not the right way to go about things. The plan was to take my friend’s handgun and walk from his place to the nearby hospital. There I would warn the staff about the events that were going to take place, to prepare surgery for my organ donation, and to clear out the area so that […]
Well, my friend wants me to try shrooms with him and i don’t know if i should or not. im not afraid of being fucked up im afraid of what actions i might act on that are in my head.. whether it be harming myself or finally snapping and going off on some “friends”
im afraid the thoughts in my mind will turn into reality and then ill be trapped in my own helish […]
This can’t be right, this has to be a nightmare, a bad dream, induced by too many pieces of Halloween candy. I have to be seven years old, eight years old, tossing and turning in my bed. This cannot be my life, it shouldn’t be. I’m 14 years old and I’m a self-harmer, a ‘cutter,’ though I’d rather say I cut myself. The scars on my skin are mysteriously starting to fade, not that you’d know it. You’d take a glimpse at my unscarred arms, glance at the armband on my right wrist that never comes off. You might think for a moment that my […]
I am strong
In my weakness
I never tried
To die
Just rarely lived
Fully
It is hard
To accept
That I am weak
Being strong
___________
Trying to battle
My emotions
I loose the battle
Trying to search for the like
And accept
That I do fail
I win
___________
And finally,
It is ok for me
To have a nightmare
During the day:
This way
I can face it.
When i read suicide stories online. I allways read reactions like, don’t worry, one day everything will get better. It will all be allright. You might feel sad at the moment but your future will get brighter.
Well, stop lying, it’s not going to happen. I take my pills daily, pills to reduce my depression but also pills to reduce my pain. My nerves are damaged and i have chronical pain.
It’s going on for 2 years now, and no. It won’t get better, it won’t restore, i’ve lost all hope.
I shouldn’t even be drinking with my medication, but i do. I drink even more […]
Haha it’s one of those nights again
Haha I can’t be the only one who feels this shit, right?
Posting drunk when I’m honestly sober
But I feel like last years tequila finally went to my head
I’m running through the parking lot screaming
My boss is parked right here
Slashing those tires, and I cut my hand
Suddenly my wrists are bleeding out
Haha I actually love my job, you know?
Haha my blood turns his white truck brown
Eyes wide enough to open the door
My smile returns and no one will know
Twitching on the bus as I wanna die on the […]
[Is that famous frown]…
Same old thing, it’s just a different day.
No words come out, nothing to say.
Do they know, can they care?
Is this a dream, or nightmare?
No, it can’t be a dream.
I’m alive, get what I mean?
I beg and, and pray again.
But it never changed, and I all when..?
Can this end? What if it does?