Vincent Willem van Gogh – July 29, 1890
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Miss-You Blues, baby, Miss-You Blues
Miss-You Blues, baby, Miss-You Blues
You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the Miss-You Blues
Who’s gonna take your place, fill your shoes?
Who’s gonna take your place, fill your shoes?
You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the Miss-You Blues
Miss-You Blues, baby, Miss-You Blues
Miss-You Blues, baby, Miss-You Blues
You never used to look behind you, that isn’t what you’d do
Didn’t leave a thing behind you but the Miss-You Blues
Walk alone down the avenue
Walk […]
I’m gonna put a hole in my T.V. set
I don’t wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
I don’t wanna grow up
I’d rather stay here in my room
Nothin’ out there but sad and gloom
I don’t wanna live in a big old tomb on grand street
When I see the 5 o’clock news
I don’t wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don’t wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don’t wanna put no money down
I don’t wanna get a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
Commit to suicide and achieve it. I’ve made many failed attempts, either because they didn’t work or I stopped myself. What I can’t understand about myself is, for example, the idea of jumping from a sufficient height; why am I not putting my shoes on right now and make my way to that height. Why am I just thinking about it. Actions speak louder than words after all but I’m physically not doing it.. why.
So far can wounded walk alone
with tattered thoughts in air
and sharp pain on bare bone ,
yet they never seem to care
soft and muffled do they moan
their lives not so fair
shoes withered and merely there
in life’s sad unfit poem
(by me)
I have so much to say and have not the skills to express them. I want to leave but will I harm those who may love me?
My fiance left me last week , i’m sick,  I have no real friends, I have extreme fobias . I feel like im becoming a goraphobic I am afraid of cars and driving loud sounds give me panic attacks… I just dont know
Almost 19 female. No job. No school. No friends (okay one friend) no goals. no joy no life.
I look at kids younger than me who have everything going for them i cant help but feel inadequatr pathetic and jealous. I am so disconnected to this world i spend most of it in my house alone watching tv drivig myself crazy with my thoughts. Iwonder what other girls my age are doing. Im sick of being so unadjusted. I know dwelling on it doesnt help but it is good to ley out my feelings. How do i l stop judging myself and comparing to other […]
Perhaps I am to drunk and shouldnt be typing this, but I am. No one, no one, no one, should be forced to live when they are not happy. How dare all of you out there making people feel crappy because they are BRAVE enough to say F U world and do what they feel is nessary. How dare you all talk down to us as if Oh, I have been there and I pulled through, GOOD FOR YOU, do you want a gold star? No, I mean No to experences are ever the same and as humans we are all diffrent and so we […]
I’m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don’t know what you’re expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
[Chorus:]
I’ve become so numb, I can’t feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I’m becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Can’t you see that you’re smothering me,
Holding too tightly, afraid […]
By:EmoCookie
Someone please jump into me
Feel my pain
Feel me
I’m dying inside
Help Me!
Help me get some air
Becasue you don’t see me
Dying on the inside
I’m almost gone
Gone from this world
Someone
Jump into me
Walk a day in my shoes
Feel my pain
And you may gain
Gain something in your mind
“Just GO AWAY!” I hear that all the time. People don’t realize how much I actually think about ‘going away’, but not in the same sense they’re thinking… I think about killing myself probably 3-4 times a day. Sometimes more if the day is crappy, like this one.
I try to be funny, make other people smile. It makes me feel as if I have a purpose. But recently, people don’t seem the slightest amused or interested in me any more. I can’t even make an opinion anymore. My friend wears Uggs, and I’ll crack a joke like, “Those aren’t boots, they’re slippers!” And they all […]
I wish life wasn’t getting harder for anyone. I wish I could make strength from pain for everyone to endure. I wish there was someone who decided to take these problems into huge consideration. As life continues more and more people who need this site haven’t heard of it and problems get worse. I want a cure for these painful endurances. Not medication.not suicide. Not just speaking or in this case typing but something different. If we can show the world how bad it sucks to be in our shoes will things change? I want me wish to be a dream… then it will […]
hi, so.. hm.. i cut since 16/02/2012. And when i was 9 years i was rapped, and when i was 12 my house burned on fire. I lost everything, i lost my hope, lost my pictures, my dresses, my shoes. Everything.
March, 13th 2012, i tried suicide for the first time. since, i tried more 5 times.
i’m scared.
Just another day.. typical.. nothing unsual.. just thinking to myself about travis.. ( i dont care. ill put his real name up) I think maybe there still is hope for us..? not for sure.. but i have a feeling that maybe things arent totally over.. we had too deep of a conection.. we understood each other in everything we said and did. morgan (his new girlfriend) cant possible know about his nervous habits. how he cracks his knuckles in a certain way when he is thinking about something, or he is upset. how he bites at his cuticals when hes uncomfortable. how he obsesses with […]
I like to pretend that my life sucks.
I go through these phases- anorexia one day, cutting the next. Bulimia. Compulsive over eating. As many pain pills as I can handle.
Anything to justify the way I feel,
Like I’m hopeless and useless and better off under the ground.
But I know that I’ve got it good, that there are girls who would kill to spend a day in my shoes.
Which just makes me feel dirtier.
I thought I was finally okay…
I had found the guy of my dreams…
He loves me scares and all…
He loves me for me…
He helps me up when I fall
And holds me close when cry
But i’ve slipped to far this time…
Farthest I’ve ever fallen….
I know I’m loved by at least one.
But each and everyday I feel
Self hate building stronger.
I’ve attempted to change myself…
Hateing the result each and every time…
I’ve tried to end it well over a hundred times….
But yet I’m still sitting here crying in pain…
The blood from my cuts seep down my wrist climbing over each scar…
He begs for me to not give up….
But this is […]
why does life have to be so hard?some people think its so easy,or they say(it cant be that bad)them are the people who have family,and friends,people that care about them,and have never been hit in there entire lifes,lets see them close minded fucks try to walk in these shoes,them people that tell me that,wouldnt last a day,iv lasted 21 years,i cant say i survived,i thrived more then anything,i still thrive,i aint that lucky little 16 year old who has a mom and a dad to buy her a car and get her ,her drivers licence,i dont have the support for shit,i do everything on my […]
So , Its for me to believe that everyones sorty is differnt. This one..Well its beyond that.
I dont know how to explain my thought really, But im going to try to put you in my shoes, My state of mind.
*Big breath* Alright. . So sometimes that thing called Depression hits me, Makes me want to go home and cry, yell at everyone about my problems and just throw my hands around hoping that they will hit something to take away this pain.. This pain of loss. The pain of never being loved. Always getting walked out on, or forgotten. Im the type of […]
Life loses it’s worth to live, sometimes.
There are days where you wake up and the first thing that comes to mind is “Shit, God woke me up again!”
It’ll get better, they say.
It’ll get easier they claim.
Who the heck are they kidding?
They don’t understand.
They have yet to feel what it’s like to be in my shoes.
What’s the point of reaching out?
All they’re gonna do is judge me.
They’re gonna pretend to care,
And then they’ll leave just like the rest.
Does any of this seem familiar to you?
You know it’s true. You think it too.
I can’t promise you that […]
I just joined today and this is my third post already. I can’t believe how supportive people are on here. I’m really glad I found this. I glad I found people who feel like me.
Sometimes I wonder if I just want to leave because I’m not strong enough to handle the stress that is life, but I’m not stressed. I feel like I barely have feeling anymore, I’m just just here as a statue, as nothing. What is my life anymore? I work 3 jobs, all I ever do is work and drink. I’m not an alcoholic but I might as well be with […]
Well, the title explains it all. All is left is to fix a date to suicide. I can’t seem to find the courage because I have to leave my family behind. All I’m worried about is what if I survived? What if I’m there lying on the bed and looking at my parents looking at me with full of disappointment. I gotta make it successful. I can’t fail this time. This has to be done. I can’t wait to end the misery, but I just don’t know when. Now it does, because I’m gonna do it all alone, and nobody knows about it. I […]
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