It’s all a bunch of meaningless suffering. Â Please let me die in my sleep.
I trusted some one again and they left me i gotten back a friend but i dont think she wants to talk to me really any more i have my friend i made this year hes a good friend i think i bug him some times i dont think i will ever find some one that whants to be my girlfriend more one day as much as i want some thing with them i put in so much effort with every one to put a smile when there sad or mad but whos there for me when i need it no one i just want […]
I had a whole long thing written here about how being an introvert sucks and having what I guess you could call social anxiety has turned me into a social pariah, but it didn’t exactly flow well because I just sort of dumped all of my thoughts onto the page, so I deleted it. Anyway, looks like I wasted another half hour and I still have a lot of homework to finish for tomorrow. Well, technically it’s now due later today. I guess I won’t be getting much, if any, sleep tonight. Life is a *****.
I’m 13 years old. I would tell you my name, but being new here, I don’t know if I can trust you all to that extent yet. Normally, I post poems that reflect how I feel at the moment, or how I felt throughout the day, but right now I’d like to get a few things off my chest. I’ve told a few of my friends some of this before, but no one knows all of it at its worst. I feel as though I can trust all of you with at least this, even if I don’t know you. So here it goes.
My story:
It was only the first time.
I spun the blade around in my hands
contemplating if I should really do this or not.
I heard my mom yell.
Yes, I should, It’s worth it.
The blade sank into my arm,
cutting across my arm.
Not too deep.
It was only the second time.
The kids at school were bullies.
My parents just got mad.
I took the blade in my hands.
I didn’t even think about it.
I pushed it into my arm,
cutting across parallel to the last one,
A little deeper.
It was at least the 50th time.
I didn’t even have different reasons anymore.
I took care of my mom and sister while she was sick and when we werre moving around alot it was hard to keep our spirits up. And the last few months of my moms life was too hard on me. I moved in with a friend while she was in hospice at my house. She later died in the hospital that i was born in. I didnt move back home until 4months after my moms death.during that time i didnt eat, sleep, or talk. i lived on water. i ran for three hours a day, and cut myself before i went to bed. i […]
Growing up I was the happiest little kid possible. But I dont know if I was truly happy.
I was constantly lied to from the time I was born. Always told that I was Mexican and Black because thats what my mom said to me. So I told others that, I tried to fit in but then I found out the real truth in about 3rd grade. When my mom told me that I was really black and white  I went and told my friends. Worst mistake of my life. I was in 3rd grade and labled as the biggest lier possible
Nothing made it better. […]
I am 49 yrs old male  i was accused of doing something that is just not true and was told to leave.after 20 yrs of marriage all i have to show for it is a computer.i dont get to see my young children and now  they don’t want to talk to me.So i really have no reason to live anymore.so now i have acquired 380 Tramadol 150mg tabs and 150 endep tabs and 70 meloxicam tabs the plan is to crush them and add them to a drink and just go to sleep and not wake up.without my children i have no life so why be here how can people be so cruel and spiteful.
I feel like giving up. Every day I put on a false face and mask the real me just so people dont get to close. Im tired of being alone, im tried of being scared. But Im tired of getting hurt. Since I was little its been days and days of hurting. The names I get called. the names are the worst. and then they hit me and i laugh it off. everyone thinks im so happy. but my hearts a ticking bomb. im going to explode. and each night before i go to sleep. i cut just enough to feel the sting and see […]
I’m bored so….The first time, I was 14, I was scared to death my dad had a meeting at the school and he was going to find out I was flunking out. Â I went into the cabinet and poured a bunch of Aspirin into my hand and swallowed them. Â I laid in bed and closed my eyes. Â This was my most sincere attempt because at the time thats what I knew, I had heard on TV (lots of times) about overdosing on pills. My teenaged brain didn’t have the defense mechanisms it has today. Â All that happened was I ended up sleeping for 14 hours […]
My head is pounding i cant take the screams..i turned 18 today why aint i happy? Why does she keep banging on the door?? Cant she leave me already?? I dont even know why im writing here right now but i just need to talk without being yelled at or judged..why wont she understand im nlt crazy!! All i want is quiet..i want to rest..im in my bathroom sitting on the floor..my wrists are bleeding and it wont stop..im scared..i want to sleep..just sleep and stay like that..my hands are getting numb its getting hard to type..theres blood on my shirt and the […]