i wish everyone will die. i wish my family will just drop dead. i hate this fucking world they put me in. they have no right to give birth to me. they have no right to make me suffer. im not ever going to be normal like everyone else. im just me, me myself. nothing will ever change. i dont want to change either. i try to be nice but i get hurt. if i have fire, i will burn my house down and everyone will just die. isnt that nice? if they have the right to give birth to me, don’t i have the […]
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Sometimes I wish I’d never met you, so instead of being heartbroken every time you turned your back, just to come back like everything’s okay, I wish I’d never had to sit there and listen to you lie. You’re the reason I have no self-respect. I wish you’d abandoned me long ago instead of making me live through hell in your eyes every day. As much as you want me to forget, I never could. You hit him so hard across the face he couldn’t hear for damn near a week! I have scars from when you threw a PLATE at my head! Do you […]
I feel like SHIT today. I could berely get out of bed. And today is supposed to be ”family day”. Great! I don’t wana go anywhere or do anything or see anyone. I just want to be aloneee. The cuts that I did a few weeks back are now scars. But I cut pretty bad so the scars are very noticable, even with my newer cuts. But I like them. They remind me. And in some way, make me feel a bit better. But they also make me wana cut more, and make more just like that. I make sure I pick the scabs so […]
So there was someone who saw my scars and cuts and asked me if I was trying to kill myself. It’s not the first time someone has asked me that. Someone who cuts doesn’t always want to kill themselves. A lot of people actually just cut for relief and not to die. If they wanted to die by cutting then they would probably be dead already. It annoys me a lot when people ask me if I was trying to kill myself. And then I have to go and explain everything to them which I don’t wanna do, so I don’t really. And the scars […]
im 14 and i tried slitting my wrists but it didnt work……..i even took a REALLY hot bath before i did and…well……yea didnt work. my moms a ***** she calls me names all the time and hits me, my dad raped me when i was 5 then left i have litterally no friends everyone calls me “sooty suicide” because of my large scars on my wrists, i just wanna die so i dont have to dream of all the horror and shitty-ass memories i had. my boyfriend of 3 months cheated on me, with my best friend…. im uglier than the child of rosie o’donnel […]
So lets jump right on in… Im a 20 year old drop out, been on probation for the past three years… Ive got two girlfriends right now which is completley out of charactor for me because im a gentleman for the most part, but anymore i dont care, i feel my relationships are going to end the same way they always do me being left for someone else cause im too nice or too caring, or just not a piece of shit! So why not try n mix things up and Im tired.
Everything seems like its about to just explode or implode or some […]
Im only 16 but things are already at an extreme low. It started when my parents unexpectedly divorced when i was ten. my dad left, we had to move out because my mom couldnt afford the rent, I was inbetween my parents who would tell me each others deep dark secrets about the other parent to make me think worse of them. My dad told me my mum was a slut and that he didnt even no if i was his. I couldnt look at her the same and moved in with my dad for a year. My dad got depressed and got married to an […]
I Don’t know where else to go. i spin myself all around but i always seem to fall on my ass. This life seems to short to live any longer. I can’t seem be to alive when all the world is a burning hell, A total disaster. everyone wants me to die just let me go. i look in to the ungrateful mirror to find out that I’m worthless.I try to be gentle but my gentle is destruction. My life isn’t hell but close enough. My voice scars those who hear it. My parents don’t understand The say i’ll never do it but i’m […]
The every day has become so petty. It is such a struggle to put up the front of being “okay” with the way things are when it all seems, and often is, so meaningless. It takes courage to walk away from a job and security without a backup plan. How do I look at myself and decide what I can do that makes me feel good…maybe a long forgotten chidhood dream can be pursued. It seems easy to be surrounded by selfish and weak people and hard to find people supportive and caring.Â
Suicide is not easy; Although many people say that it is.  It […]
So my younger brother who i was very close to passed away in 2008 from an accidental overdose, i never had the chance to deal with his death because everyone told me i need to be strong for my mom. Since then i closed myself off from people only showing them what they wanted to see not what i was really feeling.
I met a guy shortly after and we had an instant connection and before a month we were living to gether. His the only person who’d seen me cry, after 3 weeks he packed his stuff while i was at work and moved back to his home town without […]
I’m not entirely sure what I’m thinking by posting this. I’ve kept to myself for all this time, no one is going to read this, and no one on here cares anymore than anyone around here. I mean, people say the words, but they don’t really mean them. You can hear, “I DO care about you!” but as soon as they say that, they’re off doing something else. But I guess if I’ve come this far, if I typed the words on the search engine that led me to this website, if this really is some low blow at getting suicidal people reported, whatever the reason […]
 I think it all happened in seventh grade. I met this wonderful girl, her name was Patricia. I first met her in drama class, she had brought this razor to class and was cutting up her notebook. All I could think of was the razor I played with last night cutting into my wrists again and again. I slowly fell for her, she didn’t even help me up. I was so near to telling her how I had felt, but she told me about this guy, they were going out and she was inlove with him. . . She tore my heart out, squised it […]
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