Give me a valid reason to live and I wont go, simple as that. Please don’t give me that “You’re family and friends will miss you” bullshit. All my family is dead, all my friends left me, there is no one who loves me or cares  about me. Do you understand why I’m so bitter? Fuck living, I’ve had enough of this shit! All my life has been pain! My parents beating the shit out of me and molesting me, all my ” friends” making fun of me, I’m glad my family is dead! I’m glad I have no friends, all people do is hurt […]
Lets start here… I have been with my boyfriend for more than 7 months. I know he loves me, he will cry in front of me when i’m mean to him (I’m bipolar) and he does sweet things for me. But here’s the problem… I’m overly jealous and insecure and it gives me really bad anxiety. I’m this way because All my life i’ve been around a mother who goes from boyfriend to boyfriend and would tell me how shitty men are and that they are all the same. Growing up around her made me believe everything she told me. So soon enough i started […]
I have posted this before but I can’t find the post
Guess I am to stupid to find my way around here. How do I find my post again?
Would you tell me about hight again, please!
thank you
What rule did my most recent post violate for it to be deleted? I’m pretty sure it was flagged by people who have a motive in disrupting something they dislike from someone they dislike… Its fine though… The room will still come to fruition… Flagging my post just shows you’re (not the sp admins) worried about me doing so and you’re trying to prevent it… Ah well nice try though…
I need help. I can’t do this anymore. I’m sick of life. I don’t want to live. It’s like I’m screaming and no one can hear me. I am so depressed. I have people at school who hate me. This one boy I have liked for ages said to me that if I’m happy he’ll go out with me, I’ve got no chance now.. I need a reason to be happy, a reason to smile, a reason to enjoy life, a reason to wake up on a morning, but so far I can’t find a reason.. Please can someone help me, it’s my only hope, […]
“Somehow I’m gonna lose you, cause You’re not mine, and You’ll never be.
It hurts cause I want us to happen. I was us to be. I could bet that deep inside you, you feel the same way for me. I need a sign before is too late. I can’t tell you how much I need you, how much I love you, how much I want you. Before is too late, please be with me before I’m dead.”
Is it normal… to look in the mirror and not see yourself in the reflection?
Having been so caught up in everyone’s “expectation†of you. To have completely lost yourself trying to be what everyone else wanted you to be?
Every night you dream of this life, you could NEVER have, but every day you long for it.
You have all these hopes… dreams… ideas… that you want to fulfill but just not enough time to do so.
Then you go to sleep… still having yet to achieve anything extraordinary in your life, waking up in the morning realizing your one day closer to […]
Years have gone by already since I died. I’m not saying I’m a ghost, but I’m pretty close to being one. My family’s all buried in their graves. My step-father thrown in prison. And I’ve died along with it. It’s not like I want to suicide. Life’s okay. But I don’t see the point in living though. No one’s ever gonna be able to watch me grow up. The rest of my extended family has shunned me, and I’m an outcast to them. If there was something I could do about this, I would. I have lots of close friends who know my story, but […]
Please do not judge me on this letter, I am only curious as to what all this means.
Lately I have been feeling like SOMETHING bad had happened when I was a child or any other time but I cannot shake this feeling away.
I have a weird fascination with the whole sexual abuse, predator/little girl, etc. (Now, when I say fascination I do not mean I like it any way shape or form or wish it upon others because I think that is sick and anyone who believes its ok is messed up) but I find myself thinking about it and wanting to research it to […]
Wish I could be
your best friend
your sister
Wish I could hold
your hand
your love
Wish I could forget
all the pain
Wish I could remember
the lost days of my past
days where you stood beside me
and held my hand
while I tried to hang onto sanity.
Which I can’t do anymore.
Not without you.
i know a few methods, i’ve researched on some, but i’m still not certain on which one i should consider doing..
please, if you have any suggestions or recommendations email me: storyofmyscars@hotmail.com ; i would really appreciate the help.
it isnt that i’m even 100% sure i’ll do it, it’s just i feel more comfortable about living when i have a semi-concrete plan to dying. recently three of my friends have tried methods, they all failed. i really really can not fail; i don’t want the pity everyone would give me. i know that if i did fail it would be super difficult for me to ever try […]
For almost a year i’ve been suffering from OCD. I’m depressed, numb and sometimes just thinking about ending it.
The only thing that have kept me from ending it was this one girl in my class that i recently learnt to talk to… We talked about random subjects together and just had a good time. Whenever i was feeling down, she talked to me and made me happy. Every time I would talk to her, my bath’s (normally about 45 minutes) would decrease to about 30 minutes. She’s the only thing that keeps me going. She makes me want to fight, to become normal. Our relationship […]
Curled tightly in its iron womb
Forthcoming almost certain doom
an infant bird respires last
wretched secrets mere and vast
“To die!” it shrills “I beg you please
Take my breath and let me cease”
A chilly, silent, cheerless air
secreted by this bird’s despair
Restrained by ageless ferric bars
adorned in grisly, gaping scars
from strife and discord with its cage
and self-inflicted fiendish rage
Withered and replete of wrath
its essence walks a lonely path
Phantoms, voices beckon so
and warn of hells it dares to go
what happened to this bird I know
a tale of endless pain and woe
left in its cage to rot […]
IÂ cut. A lot..
I’ve done it for about a year. I swore to myself I would never harm myself like that, but look where I am now. I have an arm and two ankles covered in scars and cuts. I think of cutting as a stronger way of crying; i feel so weak just bursting into tears, so intsted i cut, it shows i’m strong enough to deal with pain. But now I know I need to stop. People who mean so much to me tell me I need to stop. I’m loosing people because of it. I nearly went to hospital because the bleeding wouldn’t stop. […]
but everyone I think that is suicidal or depressed, should listen to famous last word by my chemical romance. Mcr have got me through so much. But this song is special because of the lyrics, I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone. That song has gotten me through very hard times when I wanted to just end it and be reunited with my mom. So every one who feels depressed or suicidal should listen to that song. If not for you than for me. Please
Will someone please talk to me? I feel like doing it again and i just want someone to talk to.. Please? Anyone? I feel like im alone even thougj im right next to people.. I just want someone who will be considerate and not judge, even though the people next to me wont.. I just dont want to scare them ): i could just use some friends… ):
how did u guys make it through ur depression or thoughts of suiside because i just dont wat to do and i dont realy have anyone to go to so im hoping this website will help me because i am havin a realy hard time with this please i dont have any where else to turn please my mom adopted mom doensnt care about me at all so this is all i have
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