I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel like my relationship is at an end and I don’t see the point of going on. He doesn’t broke the most important promise to me, and doesn’t seem to care. If I bring it up he threatens to leave. I should just leave my life behind. No one would even notice or care.
please kill me
Got no talents, got no friends, got no job, can’t talk to people, look like I been dragged through hell, find life terrifying and hideously painful, really this planet is a hellish mistake and the sooner we wipe ourselves out as a species, the better. I’m in my 40s now and the end seems near. God please kill me.
I’m slowly eating my self fat again fuck my life I just come to terms with that I got a eating disorder now I’m binge eating and I can’t stop it’s just one thing after the other please kill me now I can’t take this shit no more
its that fucking void inside that fucking void always needs to be filled with something anything to fill it what a that fucking void it’s a empty space deep inside me but I don’t no what it is but I do no it dose what ever it takes to be filled u really do hate myself
sitting on my couch my stomach hurts my brain hurts im full of tears and anger and rage and hate and wind and shit and garbage and i just want to die
please someone come here and blow my brains out cut me up murder me i can’t do this anymore
this sucks this sucks this sucks this sucks
i hate life i hate life i hate life i hate life i can’t do this anymore i can’t do this anymore i can’t live i can’t live i can’t handle being here with myself alone and lonely i want to chop off all my limbs and organs and be nothing at all please please please someone contact me right now i will give you my address and everything so you can come kill me because i hate my life and everything about it
please please please kill me now i cannot take this pain anymore
someone kill me or tell me how to kill myself the quickest because i cant think of anything other than being dead and gone right this second kill me kill me quickly please
I’m 30 now and still can’t Forget my father spanking me, pointing the gun to my mom’s head. My older brother and sister hitting me and hurting me, and other kids making fun of me at school. They hurt me so many times and then they ran away soon and I had to grow up as an only son. I cannot forget that I could not sleep quietly because he threatened so many times of starting a fire on our house and on me and my mom in the Middle of the night and Kill us both and himself right after. I can’t just erase and get over so many memories of almost dying and having suicide feelings since I was little.
People would say I’m stupid and childish (and I know I am) for being an adult and letting that memories from youth make me feel like that.
But how can I erase the constant feeling which was my companion all along my existence…
That I’m here by accident, I’m just a mistake, a total lost of space, I shouldn’t be here, I wasn’t born to live good things or an enjoyable life, I just don’t deserve to be happy.
and it would be so much better if I had died earlier, or had never been born, since I was never planned in first place.
All my life was about just keep surviving those feelings and I never built anything for me. I don’t see a meaning in anything and can’t answer to the question “whats the point”
It doesn’t matter… And even so, I don’t Kill myself and end it all. And Why I haven’t done it yet? Why I haven’t killed myself? Because I’m stupid…
I feel so sick of simply existing…
I know he used to hurt my mom when she was pregnant… If only he had hit her harder… All of this could be avoided. That was my feeling since I was 7
It’s so painfull to live a life which was never meant to be
I can’t forget that I was born destroyed.
But it gives me so much piece of mind the thought of knowing I can end it all. I can put myself to sleep, and simply rest.
If only I get the strength
Someone, who is not stupid as I am, please kill me. Just kill me quick
Why is it so hard for me. I can’t find happiness in anything. I don’t think I could ever be happy. I hold on to things that I shouldn’t and if I find something that makes me happy, my mind reminds why I shouldn’t be happy. That voice that takes anything positive and turns into a negative. When I was younger I would pray to god and tell him to please please kill me in my sleep. I don’t think I could ever be happy. I used to tell myself “next year will be better,” I’ve said that for 5 years. I don’t think my brain will let me be happy. I still wish to die in my sleep every night.