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by brokenbeyondrepair 5/17/2012

written by brokenbeyondrepair

i’ve read a lot of these posts, since last summer. every single one i’ve read is like, poetic or something. well not mine.

i’ve been feelings suicidal since last year. i know it sounds pathetic, but it was because my boyfriend broke up with me. he was my first kiss, my first boyfriend and i feel like he was my first love. when he broke up with me, i just felt like NOBODY likes me or wants me, since he was my first boyfriend.

people have always picked on me, calling me fat, ugly, and other stuff. people always take me for granted and they always ignore […]

5/17/2012 3 comments

Suicide and Reclamation

by Tina89 5/17/2012

written by Tina89

Suicide and Reclamation

Itâ€™s so cold and dark in this place
Iâ€™d cut myself open to show you
Our blood is the same
Water stings as it kisses cuts like my mothers lips
Something about submerging myself seemed to be like a baptism.
I remember when my pastor dipped me in the water.
I want to be clean again.
I want to tell you Iâ€™m sorryâ€¦for what I canâ€™t remember.
All I know is that I was wrong.
Alcohol burned so much I thought it killed what made me sick even those dirty sinful memories.
I want to be pure again.
I want to hold someone […]

5/17/2012 1 comment

Over & Done With

by musictomyears 5/16/2012

written by musictomyears

Most people would say I have a pretty average life. I have two married parents and a healthy sister. I don’t have or know everything in fashion, but I do dress decently. I have some acne. My hair frizzes out from time to time. And I have plenty of friends.

But what they don’t know is this. My two married parents talk about divorce. They fight all the time. Even my mom is a recovering alcoholic. My sister may be healthy, but she tells me I don’t deserve to live, nobody likes me. My clothes have to cover my back because the […]

5/16/2012 4 comments

Just something I thought I’d share.

by TearDropFantasy 5/16/2012

written by TearDropFantasy

Okay so when I first started this, I had not one thing to say on it. Now I have a slight idea…

When I first joined The Suicide Project I was lonely, depressed. I had suicidal thoughts running through my mind, tormenting me. I have attempted suicide 5 timesÂ so far.Â My memories haunt my every waking moment and I cut my wrists and upper arms so deep that the scars will never heal. I would cry because I hated myself so much, I hated my looks, I thought I was the ugliest person alive, my weight to me 7 andÂ a half pounds or 107ibs, I thought this […]

5/16/2012 4 comments

Scary

by thisisajoke 5/14/2012

written by thisisajoke

I’ve figured out how deep I can cut so the scars will fade so within a week no one can tell what I’ve done. But it’s not deep enough. I just want to do it to help myself, but I can’t even do that without people getting involved and putting me in boxes. I’m afraid to cut because I can’t have anyone discovering it, and I’m afraid to not cut because I’m more scared of what I’ll do if I can’t.

5/14/2012 2 comments

Do I even need to stay here…

by WhyAmIHere 5/14/2012

written by WhyAmIHere

I’m a semi-normal thirteen-year-old. Sitting at his computer desk, eating milk and cookies after he gets home from a hard day at school. But in my hand is a pair of scissors, worn from use. I am cutting myself. But once you look past the fat and scars (physical and mental) I am a good person. And I accept that. I don’t hate myself, it’s just my douchebag brain making me take everything the kids at school say to me like they’re true. And some of the things are. I feel mostly carefree, except for the fact that I fail at everything, including killing myself. […]

5/14/2012 2 comments

Dear anyone who will listen

by rainbowsh3rb3rt 5/13/2012

written by rainbowsh3rb3rt

I am NOT a fuck up. I do care. I care so fucking much. I know I don’t have scars on the outside, but inside I’m torn to shreds. Don’t you dare say you understand. NOBODY FUCKING UNDERSTANDS. I will not be dropping out of school. I will not be failing. Will you all just stop talking about it please and let me be alone?

Yes, my grades are absolute and complete shit. I realize that. No I don’t know how I’ll get them up, but will you SHUT THE FUCK UP?! Okay, I need help, I realize that. But I don’t need you. I need […]

5/13/2012 7 comments

Notice…

by JDoe012998 5/10/2012

written by JDoe012998

I try every day to set myself up for someone I trust to see my scars.Â I even sit there in class and pick at the scabes or fiddle with the bracelets I use to hide them.Â I let my friends play with the bracelets, give them full view of my wrists.Â And they never notice.Â I just want someone to see, to understand, and to take my hand and lie to me and tell me it’s ok and that they’ll take care of me.

5/10/2012 4 comments

I lasted 2 weeks…

by CJMudd 5/7/2012

written by CJMudd

This small white oval looks stark on my kitchen table. It delicately sits there promising me so much. Pacifying me with prospects of sound sleep, resulting maybe in a gawping vacant stare and some dripping saliva. I feel cheated somehow. My years of toil, of experience, my scars dissolved by this little white oval. What am I if not the sum of my parts. Broken and strained they may be, but mine none the less. I toil over my toil and remain unresolved.

5/7/2012 0 comment

Scribbles

by CJMudd 5/6/2012

written by CJMudd

I stop, just as I opened the door to my home. I stop to look at the cracks on the walls, Like the gnarly veins of some geriatric hand. They a mere sign of age, of foreboding, some harbinger of ultimate failure. I smile and jar the door open. My home makes light of its name, There is no smell of baking bread, no fire place, No patter of claws along wooden floorboards. It is a room, my single bed lengths the right wall. Theres some other small items that sit in the remaining space, secondhand table and chains, a horrid couch spatters with paint, […]

5/6/2012 1 comment

nomatter what,they got me.

by noexception 5/4/2012

written by noexception

its wierd how even though you may not always remember something, your mind never forgets what happened for the rest of your life,i know thats why i wake up at the same time every morning, wen i even can sleep,people tell you to move on and forget about what happened,ok, just let me slam my head against the cement and get amnesia,if its that bad that i can forget time to time but my mind alawys remembers, and noone ever tried to help me through the trama,then those people can eat shit and die,i was woken up around the same time in the morning every […]

5/4/2012 1 comment

the Cutter

by the Guardian 5/3/2012

written by the Guardian

the Cutter

It feels a little tender at first, hot as blood rushes to greet the sharp edge of your relief.
You promised yourself you wouldn’t, but the pain is just to much, inside. If only you can find a balance, a balance between the lonely suffering of your internal hell and the sharp, clean, slice of your external shell. Deeper this time then ever before. You must dig deeper to let it out. Your inner hell, red in its anger, hot liquid in its trespass.
The blade slices, a dance of blood lights it’s way, your focus follows it, watching. You feel almost outside o […]

5/3/2012 8 comments

Whats The Point?

by hippie_shutterbug 5/3/2012

written by hippie_shutterbug

Finding It Hard To Find A Reason To Live. I Want So Badly To End The Way I’m Feeling Right Now. I’m So Invisible Everywhere I Go. I Don’t Have Any Friends Around Here. I Just Wish Someone Somewhere Would Listen To Me & Tell Me Everything Will Be Okay & I’m Worth It :/

5/3/2012 4 comments

Forgiveness

by Nothin2Live4 5/2/2012

written by Nothin2Live4

Though I forgive you
The scars run deep
Cutting, piercing, and tattooing me
Trying my best to hide the scars you left
I know that someday I will get past this
But as for now it’s still fresh
The memories are here to remind me
What you have done
How you’ve hurt me
But as for this I have to say
Forgiveness is just the first step
So here I am
On my way
My furture brighter everyday
No thanks to you I have to say
But I forgive you for all your mistakes
I pray for you as you journey along
And hope someday […]

5/2/2012 4 comments

Just Take Everything Away

by IndividualityKills 4/29/2012

written by IndividualityKills

Its not even like I’d care .. Almost everythings gone anyway . I had my parents taken away when I was 2 because of drug addiction . All my biggest hopes and wishes were taken away when I was 8 and I realized “mommy” & “daddy” don’t think I’m any more important than their drugs and new boyfriends/girlfriends . When I was 11 , leuchemia took my grandma from me . This past winter my past caught up with me . All my memories started rushing back and I started acting differently . Because I’d changed so much , all my friends were taken from […]

4/29/2012 1 comment

Why….?

by EmoKitten 4/27/2012

written by EmoKitten

I am just sitting here and I just randomly start crying… I wanna just cut or kill myself so that I don’t cry anymore…. I hate crying…. I grew up learning that it was wrong to cry and that we couldn’t talk about anything… So I don’t talk to anyone about it… I wish that I could….. I wanna just open my arm and bleed out… Idk anymore

4/27/2012 3 comments

Medicine Doesn’t Always Help

by EmoKitten 4/27/2012

written by EmoKitten

Every doctor pretty much makes it seem as though if you take this medicine, everything will get better. Sadly, that ain’t the truth. I have been taking medicine since I was in 6th grade and look at me. I am STILL depressed and I STILL have a lot of anxiety and anger. Can medicine really help you? No. It can help you a little. It can slightly make you happier and slightly less anxious, but that’s not always the case. When I cry, I can’t stop crying for about an hour. My anxiety gets so bad that I shake to the point that I can’t […]

4/27/2012 4 comments

Mirrors

by Shelllllbs. 4/26/2012

written by Shelllllbs.

I look at the cuts on my wrist
Mirrored by the scars from the past.

I gaze into the mirror at my tear-stained face
Hoping to comprehend my sad, red eyes.

I stare at my wrist in the mirror
Trying to connect the image with myself.

I feel as if this is not real
This is not me.

I wish to understand why I couldn’t reach out
Why is asking for help so hard?

4/26/2012 2 comments

What if…..

by MissMeganJoy 4/24/2012

written by MissMeganJoy

What if the kids from school read this?

Will they make fun of me more? Will they beat me up?…AGAIN? Will they think I am just a poser? What will they think of me? If they think I am a poser, they can go get in line. I have my scars for my proof. I have too many scars to be a poser. And no they are not just bike-crash scars. They are cutting scars. I have been cutting my self for a while, trying to work up the nerve to just end it. End my suffering. End the sad thing I call my life. Too […]

4/24/2012 2 comments

The Girl who took it all

by Myimmortal 4/22/2012

written by Myimmortal

Heart breaks into millions, im still standing, You chase me down and broke it when I.was trying to believe and dream but these scars wont bleed because the one I love took it all.

4/22/2012 13 comments

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