Suicide as the conclusion of a mind that functions ‘normally’.
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Poetry
“blood gathers around the slits,
wells at my wrists,
ancles, and stomach,
and glide down my barely satisfied skin.
dripping down.
down to a dark pool.
made by me.
and the help of others
dripping
past any care,
and right to where hope should be.”
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“You strive for the top
because you crave the danger
but can you handle
the ever persuing fall?
every mountain has it’s precipice
which leads to a steep
fatal
fall
the sof wind of fake comforting words
accompany your decent
as the ensuind crash
puts you on […]
I don’t know why I came to this website, other than to get all of my suicidal thoughts out. I have struggled with depression for a while, but lately I have felt more suicidal than depressed. I’m going to the local community college in my town. I can’t put this into words right now. Every day I’m there I feel these intense feelings come over me. I feel alone. I know I am alone, even though there are plenty of people around me. The sunshine doesn’t make me happy at all. In fact, it makes me angry and upset because the heat is so unbearable. I’m […]
Take a look around
This is our reality
This is the way we all are bound
It’s the concept of conformity
Not allowed to be who we are
The worst of our beliefs by far
Taking away our individuality
Who are you to change her
Change what the world will see
Who are you to tell her
Who she’s supposed to be
Who are you to hold her
And never set her free
She’s not like everyone
She doesn’t do the same things they do
She doesn’t want to be like you
She is a different person
The sun sinks behind the horizon
Another day
Gone away
Another day […]
Don’t bother trying to save me
Just let me be
I don’t need you anymore
So please shut the door
And walk away
I’ll see you again someday
I know it’s dumb
But IÂ wanna be numb
I’m tired of hurting for you
So sick of trying, too
I’m sick of trying to hold on
When all hope is gone
I’ll let it all go tonight
I’ll give up the fight
The stains on my shirt
This addiction to hurt
I can’t take it
I’m weak and I hate it
The blade at my wrist
IÂ just can’t resist
I’m weak and I hate it
The blade at my wrist
I […]
Slowly one by one
All these thoughts they come
Escape is an obsession
All products depression
The world’s frozen still
Broken glass on the window sill
Let go of all you knew
They’ll all forget about you
Can’t hold it together any longer
Thought you were stronger
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