I don’t know what to title this. I realized something two days ago. Almost all pain and suffering comes from caring. Death. You cared very much about the person that died, that’s why you grieve for them, that’s why you miss them. But what about that man who died in the other room? You didn’t know him, so you didn’t really care. Nobody likes death. Why does a relationship with someone hurt when it breaks off? Because you cared for that person, you loved them. Why does t hurt when your parents call you names, when they say that you’ll become nothing in life? Because […]
Dont know how to start. Iam so tired of this life it have nothing for me i’m depressed and i have taken some treathment for it it helped a little when i was in hospital for 2 months. now there has just becom more things that makes me want to do suicide. I have once tried to do it with pills and i was almost death when my wife found me. Then i have been for spychiastrist for talking but it just wont help. The things what eat me inside is just too much to take care like when i married my wife all my […]
Its Official. Monday Night I’m Ending My Life! Its What’s Best For Me. Overdosing On Menstruation Pills! They Get You Tired So If I Take The Whole Bottle (34 Pills) Then I’ll Die! I’ve Been Waiting For This Decision For Awhile. Gotta Stay Brave! (:
My name is Emily and this is my story. July 29,2011, 3 month anniversary with my boyfriend Ian. My best friends Mia, Maria, & planned to go to a Rangewide and meet our boyfriends there to hang out. We went, our boyfriends never showed up. No big deal, girl time. Well, the dance got boring and I told Mia and Maria I was gonna go hang out with Ian. I told them to call me later to meet up again. I got to my boyfriends house to find him very drunk, his brother had a party. I put him to bed and we cuddled and […]
I am this new to this site. I am 13 . I frequently cut my wrists and it had gotten to the point where I feel like it isn’t enough. My friends lids me off because a few of them happened to notice and they think its funny. They don’t take me  seriously. I feel that after I’m finally dead they’ll realize how serious it actually was/is . I just wanted to know if it hurt to over dose. how many pills it takes to kill yourself and if it was the less painful way to take my own life.
Over the course of my short 26 years of life, I have attempted suicide on no less than 8 occasions.
From the age of 11, I was bullied at school, tormented and tortured by grown men who’d wait for me after school and not to mention the troubles I was working through at home and struggling to admit the fact that I am gay, even to myself.
All of this plus a few other reasons landed me in therapy.
From the age of 11 onwards I saw one psychotherapist after another and I’ve been on so many medications that it’s hard to be certain of the exact number. […]
I would talk about the way layers of burned flesh rolled off my wrist in the shower and the feeling that the drugs produced when snorted instead of swallowed. I would tell of the extreme dizziness, the pounding headache, and the thick fog I was in; the muffled sobbing and the uncontrollable shaking while laying on the cold, hard bathroom floor at 2 am. I would describe how my body screamed to escape while there was still a chance, but my mind said that I was already too far gone. I would tell of how I just wanted to swallow all my pills and […]
You think your being strong
But it’s unintentional suicide
There’s no pills on your tongue
But it’s like you’re on anodyne
You think you’re getting better
But you don’t know if it still hurts
The ‘better’ you get the less that you feel
Is this the way we think we heal?
Can someone help me?
What is the most painless way to suicide?
I’m thinking pills..
Lyrics to song I pretty much jus stayed up all night writing..
Oh and uh.. *All Rights Reserved*? haha.
* Rapped
When was the last time you breathed?
I mean honestly, fully, whole heartedly took a breath?
When was the last time you took a stand?
I mean verbally, viciously, fought for something you believed?
When was the last time you fell in love?
Fell so hard, you found yourself unwilling to even get up?
When was the last time you truly cared?
Thought about somebody else, not the person in the mirror
Self-centered, self-ish, but sophisicated
We pride ourselves in all the wars and the domination
But what’s the point in killing other beings created
Like ourselves? We’re just […]
I wonder if I am talking to myself.
I cannot remember a day when I have not thought about suicide. Someone wise stated that thoughts of this kind are solace, they get one through many a bad night.
Extraordinarily lonely. Have been unable to call out for help. Helium or pills? Both perhaps? Add some cutting and alcohol.
Oddly, I think I am amazing at concealing how I feel. I am exhausted. I would so, so, so love a hug.
Pathetic really.
Scared of a failing. Scared of panic. Can’t be bothered with the suicide note thing. Guess I am maturing. Dead silence.
Im very young only 14 but you would never guess that Im 6 feet 3 inches and always was the big kid.  My parents sheltered me until i was 7 when my mother abandoned us.  I got depressed but i never let out untill my depression turned to rage i got into fights in middle school broke peoples ribs but got off the hook because i did very well in school one day i was blind sided and broke my foot that’s when i got introduced to oxycodone i got addicted it eased my pain and i calmed down i had to steal money from my dad to get the stuff I later  started regularly poping pills whether it […]
I just took a bunch of pills. my first time attempting suicide.. we’ll see how this goes. I don’t feel anything, not sadness or fear. Just need relief. Night everyone.
What are some household pills that will make me
1. really relaxed
2. pass out for a few minutes
I don’t seek to die from the pills.
Well. Personally, i’ve been called more names than can be counted. Well, ever since 1st grade i have gotten judged for being me…. for my style, my personality, ect… And i got so tired of it. Even now it bugs me. I always say i dont care what people say but deep down, i do. I cut, and i have for a while now. No one knows about it. I just wish that society would stop judging people for who they are. They have their own way, their own style and personality, their own appearance… They are their own person. So why in the world […]
Closed are my tired eyes
Gracefully the tears fall
As i begin to lose it all
I take a shot of whiskey
As my head begins to race
The cigarette is still burning
The sweet smoke is all I can taste
My body is going numb
No longer can i feel my toes
All i can see our my tears
As they fall onto my breast
There are scratches and dried blood
Pretty purpled bruises decorate my chest
Lipstick smeared and hair full of knots
I shove more pills in my mouth
Chasing it with three more shots
My body is beyond broken my mind completely lost
A lesson […]
I just took 8 pills of ibuprofen. Process of illumination – stage one.
I thought about jumping in front of the train again today… old thought. I try to figure out the logistics in my head. I thought about drinking and taking a bad combination of pills… making cyanide… putting a bag over my head after drinking a lot… I don’t have the guts. Maybe finding a way to get ********… might be easier. I watch the documentaries of people who go to foreign countries to end their lives… they have people there with them when they died… wishing them a safe journey… I wonder if I could ever have that.
I think I wouldn’t… I know I don’t.
I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to live either.
Maybe that’s not entirely true, sometimes I’d really like to die. Like the time I took twenty pills and stared up at the ceiling waiting for it all to be over. But something always pulls me back. Ten minutes into it, my little brother came in to comfort me. I had been upset after my mom had another one of her episodes and lashed out at me. He told me that she didn’t mean it and that he would be there for me. It was in that moment that I didn’t want to die […]
I tried to kill myself a few months ago, and that’s not what worries me. What worries me is that I don’t think it was a legitimate suicide attempt. I think I knew those pills weren’t going to kill me. I’m too smart and manipulative for that. I think I deliberately hurt people for attention. Being alone and depressed and addicted to Tumblr, I didn’t know anything else I could do. Now I’ve lost any online friends that I once had and I’m going to explode from the bottled up emotions. I need to talk, I need to talk, I need to talk, but I […]