So in the auditorium at my school, there are all these convenient ropes hanging from the ceiling. I haven’t made any plans just yet so don’t worry, my question is what happens if you do kill yourself at school? Can the school or my parents get in trouble? What would the school do? I don’t want anyone getting in trouble. Any info would be appreciated thanks.
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Ropes
This is where I stand with the brand of scars.
The stars above me are clearly disappearing.
Who am I to knock the block of my walls around
When there is no sound, only screams of pain.
The rain is so cold and I’m just growing
Older and the fire is smoldering lifelessly
Just like me, tossing endlessly, in these, a sea of dreams.
The carcass of my body marked, in disarray
But bae you can stay and lay on me, if you may.
Tell me what’s wrong, sing me that song you loved to sing
But your voice is gone; it wasn’t your choice
Don’t hold you’re breath, I’ve already taken enough of it. I can’t hold on much longer the ropes are killing my hands. I’ve already held on tight enough and I can feel the end. When will it ever be enough. I tried to be that princess, that bad girl, the girl you want. None of it ever worked out so why sit here and torture myself , pretending to be everything you want. Well here it is, the last bottle, the last chance it’s done. I’m done. Goodbye, it’ll never be enough
I think the thing I realize most about getting closer to killing myself is the isolation. I struggle with feeling like no one cares – or notices – when I talk about it. So, as I get closer I stop talking. No one seems to care – or notice – that either.
The reality of suicide is that you’re alone in it. You will go alone and you have to be able accept that. Whether others care or notice doesn’t matter. No one can or will save you. Until you accept that, you’ll stay. When you accept that, you won’t try, you’ll do. It’s simple, I […]
According to my great grandmother i am an Old Soul. My spirit has been here a long time. I have a very strong connection to the spirit world. I see things that no one would ever want to see. Knock it if you want, everyone else thinks i am crazyu anyways. I can see spirits, and not only people i know. I have seen ghostly deaths countless times, i have seen the wraths tear people in half. No one ele can see them, no one i know. I can’t sleep, i haven’t slept for three days now. This will continue until i pass out and […]
down by the river, completely soaked. I woke up to the cold water on my back. looking up  from the bank of the river i saw two ropes on a tree and one cut by my feet. I ran my ass back to my house, covered about a mile in  6 minutes. I go in my room and i see my laptop with nothing but SP open, I have no idea what happened…I did take 500x salvia which was kinda a dumb ass mistake but im so clueless right now.
I enjoy life, but life hurts and abuses me. I smile and laugh at the little things, while being degraded and yelled at. I smile every day because I forgive and forget, everyday I am mentally abused and given a new reason to cry. However, I can’t cry with my eyes so my heart hurts for me in exchange for my smile. I laugh and things seem to fade away and release me from my worries, but he knows exactly what to say to crush me.  Everyday I trade my pain for a genuine smile, I let myself forget, I let myself go on without letting it […]
Everything about me is broken
my phone, my bank account, my heart
i wish someone would just take them
and give me a brand new start
I’ve gone through bullets and knives
through fire and ice
through volts and ropes
through drugs and loves
through suffocation and exoneration
And yet i still am alive
I beg for peace
i beg for calm
i beg for death
and yet nothing has happened but
pain
suffering
and silence.
I am broken, body and soul
nothing in this world will make me whole
because i am scattered in a million peices
and there’s no way i can find them all
One could say that my existence could be described thusly: my legs, my feet, directed by myself to carry me through a jungle containing thick brush and trees, thorns and poisonously vicious creatures; the thick vegetation and dangerous animals representing difficulties in life: a child of low socioeconomy, biologically harmful setbacks in life, unadulterated stress. Carried on my back — a part of myself — is an organic syndrome begetting bipolar disorder.
There I was trekking through the arduous journey of the first part of my life, running to break free of the grasping branches and hungry animals, trying to make it into the clearing which […]
Well, my “manic”(happy) mood was short lived, now i am anxious. I need someone to give me tips on,For lack of a better word, how to not give a ****I just have to emphasize how serious I am. I just can’t convince myself to realize that I am overreacting and I am irrational.
{let me quickly summarize this for those who don’t want to read all my complaints:Â I want to be able maybe speak my mind, and not feel embarressed about it, tell me how to not care so much}
I AM JUST SO PARANOID>
No matter how hard I try I get paranoid and think that […]