A few months ago I posted a story about my best friend who was close to the edge and how I desperately wanted to stop him doing the wrong thing because he just had so much to live for. Well a lot of time has passed and he is still alive, I actually managed to stop him – but in doing so I put all of myself into what I can only crudely refer to as a mission and I know now that I lost myself. I learnt to think like a suicidal person, seeing the triggers, the pain, the hurt, the desire to end the pain – mostly because […]
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I have done it again. This time deeper. Wider. Longer. Bloodier. I can’t remember why. I can’t remember what I used. How I did it. Where I did it.
But I do remember the pain AFTER the injury. I remember having to have my leg bandaged for three days. And after three days still cleaning up blood. I remember having a severe limp. People would ask me what was wrong, and I’d just say, “Oh, the weather these days really does a number on my hips.”
My boyfriend questioned them, but only briefly. We are both so accustomed to seeing scars on eachothers’ bodies. Sometimes I wished […]
It’s been awhile since I’m here. and I find myself coming here more and more often. Because nothing else interests me anymore. I can’t think about anything else. I think death just avoids me. I mean, every single day I hear about people getting in accidents or falling ill and dying. And every day, it’s not me. I ask myself why, and I can answer this question, weirdly though. BECAUSE NOBODY IN THE WORLD LEADS SUCH AN EMPTY LIFE AS MINE. People do something, go somewhere, engage themselves, and they get things happening. I don’t. I am too afraid to do something. I am afraid […]
I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to live either.
Maybe that’s not entirely true, sometimes I’d really like to die. Like the time I took twenty pills and stared up at the ceiling waiting for it all to be over. But something always pulls me back. Ten minutes into it, my little brother came in to comfort me. I had been upset after my mom had another one of her episodes and lashed out at me. He told me that she didn’t mean it and that he would be there for me. It was in that moment that I didn’t want to die […]
Is it a Solid Way to die if I push a sharp-pointed object ( e.g. an ice-Picker ) with Force into my SupraSternal-notch?
by GhorAm
written by GhorAm
Suicide is Mandatory.
‘… And if so, than how can I best do it ( e.g. the Angle at which I aim the sharp-pointed object into (…) and what I should do with my Neck & Head during impact to increase the chance of dying. ) ?
The only reason I am living is for others. My family, friends, and people I dont even know. I would have committed suicide by now, but ive told my friend not to tell anyone so if i end up doing it the burden will be on his shoulders. I dont know what to do. I havent told my parents or anything because i cant face them. I am a coward they would feel terrible, they would feel failure as parents if i told them. My life seems to have no meaning. Seems that nothing can make me happy. When something does make me happy it […]
As she sat there quietly crying herself to sleep
Her cat crept silently, the only one to see her weep.
He was the only one to see as she pulled out the sharp silver blade.
He was the only one to see as her life slowly bled away.
The first time that i self-harmed i was 13 and i used a safety pin since it was the only sharp object i had at the time,actually i still use a safety pin,idk something about it is just so much more convenient for me.Now i was wondering about other people’s self-harm stories,like When did you start and why,kind of stuff? Idk im just curious is all ^.^
so another great day at skool… i shut myself down during my first class and couldn’t function mentally.i found out that next week sometime i will have to disect a frog… the only problem is that im afraid of the fact i will be holding a sharp object and i will have to fight my impulses. so after that somebody handed me a stapler… you have no idea how much i wanted to staple my fingers… just to feel the pain, to know i was still alive still human. thats one reason y i cut myself… to know im still alive and human. so my […]
when you’re trying to cut so deep that the world just fades out but the knifes not sharp enough-_-
im done. im just done.
im in 8th grade. i went to a public school but at the moment im @ a learning center. how was i supposed to go to school when, whenever i turn the corner im being beat up, threatened with knifes, pushed to the ground and called fat, ugly, whore, ****, freak, creep, big boobed peice of s***, lousy turd, stupid, dumb. its so hard to handle. the only thing i could do was run into the bathroom sit against the wall and cut. i made that mistake in 2nd grade. a girl told me i looked like a dirty cow!!! so i asked the teacher […]
Theres nothing worse than when you want nothing more than to push the tip into your skin and slowly and painfully drag it across your wrist until the thin scarlet line begins to appear and you cant. Now im left with multiple reminders of my attempts that further remind me how i cant even complete a little task like cutting myself. Cool. Im going to bed.
And she was, like a blade of ice, Like a lonely road, clear as day, alive, Always sharp and cold, always beautiful, I am such a fool….
by Nat....
written by Nat....
ok, so…. I’m depressed. Most of you know that….. I know how you people feel because I’m the same.
I just wanted to let you know that you are not alone, I want to believe that too so I know how hard it is….
If you want to vent or just talk, then email me. I like finding out about other peoples stories and situations….
So email me ?
EmoQueen221@live.co.uk
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  Hi, I’m Daniel and I’m new here…and well I’ve been thinking about killing myself as of today. And it’s not like I just decided to kill myself because of a sudden mood swing, I’ve really thought about this long and hard for several years. I’m not asking for you to sympathize with me, I just want people to lsiten for once.
   Well to sum it up, I was bullied on my first day of high school which ended up lasting for several years untill all of the verbal, physical and sexual harrassement stopped during the second semester of grade 11. I was laughed at, teased about my looks and […]