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Pills

by curlylion720 10/8/2014

written by curlylion720

I am a 14 year old teenager, depressed and suicidal. I know this may sound stupid but does anyone know any pills that will make me pass out if I overdose? I am not exactly trying to kill myself, just a way of revealing my pain to my parent without having to actually talk to them, but let’s just say I wouldn’t care if I died overdosing.

I know I will receive lots of “don’t do this” “you don’t deserve life” and “you’re worth it” but I don’t believe any of that. I hate my life and myself so much, I don’t think anything or anyone […]

10/8/2014 9 comments

Hiding scars

by curlylion720 10/8/2014

written by curlylion720

I have been cutting for about three months now. I cut my wrists, legs and stomach. I have been very good at hiding them, at least I thinks so, but now I have a problem. I’m sick therefore not going to school and left alone at home for the day. My mom’s friend is a doctor and my mom asked her to come over and check upon me, find out why I’m sick and how to recover. I’m so scared that the doctor is going to make me undress, because I’ve been to doctors loads of times before I started self harming and many times […]

10/8/2014 6 comments

I feel empty right now

by FeelingFunny 8/8/2014

written by FeelingFunny

I feel so empty

No, thats a lie

My thoughts fill me

spilling from my mind

Is everything a lie

Will I ever get the truth

Wasting away my time

Trying to help you

Im the one to blame

I saw it flash before my eyes

Visions of this happening

Before it came in time

Please just take my life!

I need to dissapear!

Im not comfortable in my own skin

I need to get out of here…

Watch as the bloods spills

Razorblades been stained

Take some more pills

Quiet the pain

8/8/2014 0 comment

numb

by Blad3s 4/2/2013

written by Blad3s

well lets start this fucking bullshit shall we.Â Okay so what the fuck do you do when everything you touch or do fails? what the hell do you do when girlfriend after girlfriend leaves you? After they use the fuck out of you? Or roomates who wish to rip you off at every turn? what the fuck do you do when you’ve cried to the point where you can’t anymore? I fucking feel nothing anymore no joy no excitement no passion for my favorite things no expectation for good to happen nothing ever goes right anymore but when something fucked up happens to me it […]

4/2/2013 5 comments

It’s All About The Pain

by AscahIsBroken 1/25/2013

written by AscahIsBroken

You take the knife and do no harm
But feel the blood drip down your arm
You realize something
It’s all about the pain
You’re on a quest to find some there
To feel anything, anyone, anywhere

But you already knew that
You just don’t understand why you can’t get past it

It’s not about the hurt
It’s not about the hate
It’s not about what you can’t explain
It’s not about what you’ve done
Not about the punishment
It’s all about the pain
Just trying to feel something

I’ve been down the road before
Sometimes I’m still there
Rip out my heart as I cut up the […]

1/25/2013 3 comments

Heros and Regret

by unperfect weapon 1/21/2013

written by unperfect weapon

I lie awake at night and i think back when i saw razor blades and i was tempted to buy one. But i decided not too. I look back and think to myself “Why did not I buy it? Why did i stop myself” And i thought to myself there are no heroes, no one will save you from your depressing life. You have to be your own hero and save yourself. Because no one else will, and no one else will try, and as i lay here in bed i think to myself ” I am my own hero and I will save myself”

1/21/2013 1 comment

I think it’s hilarious I’m still alive.

by silverwires 6/14/2009

written by silverwires

I’ve always thought it’d be better if I was dead. When I found out I was born dead, as in not breathing and doctors and nurses rushing round because I wasn’t going to make it… it makes me laugh my f**king head off. I’m still here, today. What an achievement.

I don’t remember my first suicidal thought. I remember my last. It was a few seconds ago, as always. I think about it every day, but every day I don’t do a damn thing about it and wake up the next morning just to start over again. I’m pathetic like that. Tomorrow’s never going to get […]

6/14/2009 1 comment