Square one, my slate is clear. Took a long time to get back here. Thank you my friend! And now …I will begin again.
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Plookamadooo.
I’ll be honest; that is the most absurd word I have ever come across. Of course only you would say such a thing, it wasn’t until I bumped into you over the bandwidth of the internet that I realised such things or words were even possible. You were full of surprises I s’pose, and it didn’t come as any such surprise that your life up until that point was one chapter short of a Pulitzer prize.
Heh…
…I remember quite vividly your imitation of that prank caller dude but with an Indian accent because *apparently* you sounded like an Indian. (Really?! I couldn’t get past that […]
Some will say nothing, some will say heaven/hell, reincarnation.
What would happen if you die by suicide?
A man told me once, that if it isn’t your time, and you are rejected from heaven, but your body is unable to have your soul back (exsanguinated or something), you will stuck between the membrane of the earth and heaven.
I don’t believe in heaven.
What do you believe?
I’m lost. I don’t know who I am. I don’t know if this is me. I don’t even remember who I was back then when I still don’t have this fucking depression. I’m lost. I’m like a soul looking for a body. I’m frustrated. I cried. And I made another self harm scars. I was so frustrated. I always ask myself if this is me. Is this my personality? Is this how I really am? Or I’m just showing this kind of me because of other people? Who am I? What am I? I feel so lifeless. So empty. So hopeless and….lost.
Pain (left side chest.)
Again energy less.
And yeah my thoughts. Crazier than ever. ( my emotions are on roller coaster.)
The wrost, just experienced the extreme pain in my knees. Unable to stand on my feets.
But I have hope. I’m stronger than ever. Cause I never thought I would survive this much of craziness. Thank to my soul mate. She makes everything so easy. Her presence can change me to this 🙁 into 🙂 .
The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see–the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like us(“us” here includes me and all my lovely supporting friends at the suicideproject website) our souls contained more scar tissue than life.
Beauty isn’t about having a pretty face . It’s about having a pretty heart, mind, & soul.
by nicole123
written by nicole123
I wish people cared more for others instead of just worrying about themselves .
I wish I could meet someone who doesn’t see me as a sexual item (including men and women , they’re both just as bad). I feel like whenever I go, people just see me as this dumb girl who will give her self up to someone so easily .
Fuck, I just wish someone was infatuated with my mind instead of my body. I want to have deep conversations with people. I want to talk about things people are passionate for. I don’t mind someone thinking I’m beautiful , but I don’t want […]
I just wish to die. But I don’t wanna suffer or go through pain. I just wish for my soul to leave this body. Can it please leave this body. What’s forcing me to be inside this body.
I wish to die on my sleep. When I am sleeping its like the only place where I am able to escape my awake phase.
Its nice!
How about never waking up?And staying there. Forever asleeping.
Why? Why? Do I have to live? I feel force to live in my body.
Exactly whats going on? Why am I put at the center of control by my body to […]
…the people here at my workplace. I really fucking don’t.
At the beginning of every month, we have a client who brings in their stuff for us to work on. I do half of it, and my co-worker J does the other half (all in the same program). We’re both qualified to do it all ourselves and it’s not like it takes that long to have just one of us do it all, but for some reason they still have it split between the both of us.
Anyway, I have been included into the mix of this client since the beginning of Spring this year (I’ve been […]
There they are, all of the muses I’ve taken recently. God, what I’d give to not see this. What I’d give to forget them all and move on with life.
Little_Old_Me with her auburn hair, beautiful face, and lips I’d kill to kiss again. Sammi6xoxo, her tall, slender, frame with those eyes I write about so often.
Little_Old_Me.
She’s sitting on the curb. Right now she’s not wearing very heavy clothes, it’s still a warm Iowa summer and there’s no need. The long, auburn, hair I’ve grown to so admire is tied up right now. Beauty embodied. The slight curvature of her jaw, not too sharp, which […]
In Spanish we have the word “apapachar” it can’t be translated properly to English but it’s something like “to caress the soul” it could be done thru a hug, or any other display of affection. That’s one of my favorite words and that’s why I need. Autumn and winter make me feel sadder than usual, but the sunsets make me feel so calmed. I just wanted to share this with you all. I don’t know why haha.
They add up, one on top of another. Dirty house, little free time. Debts that you can never seem to get started on. Between two jobs, make too little. Things breaking down. Costly repairs. Faraway dreams that never gain traction. Faraway friends. Lover growing distant. Nagging mother. Fear of loneliness. Fear of other people. An inability to face the past or the future; maladjusted in the present. Knots everywhere – in my mind, my relationships, my soul. Can’t cleanse it. Feel like roadkill.
All I can/could think about today is suicide. I’m so sorry loves- I had a beautiful idea of what I could write for all of you to enjoy but my soul seems to have shriveled up. It’s all I can think about- all day long. every minute of every hour. I’m sorry loves 🙁 I hope you all had beautiful days today.
Oh how I love manic episodes. You feel as though your soul is going to crawl through your pores. Everything you see is in HD, and if you drop something it’s as if you’ve dropped an atomic bomb on your toes. Yay bipolar
*I apologize if this turns out to make no sense. I’m on a couple prescriptions that are new and make my thoughts to finger connections cooky.*
There she is. Floating- floating through it all. She steps outside, ducking her head under the door jam. Inhaling the scent that only rain can bring, she smiles. Not a large, toothy, gums for all to see smile; no, this smile is very, very unique. It is the smile that touches her rosy lips when she sees something, or hears a sound that touches her soul. Nothing has touched her soul in a long, long time. Stomping her boot clad […]
Depression
A lifelong companion, you’ve always been there
You have no compassion, you don’t really care
I take a sharp blade, try letting you out
The harder I try, the more tentacles you sprout
If I scream out in anger, will you leave me in peace?
Are you done with me now, please when will it cease?
Too many long years, just existing alone
I didn’t choose this body, but it’s mine to atone
If I call out softly, will you come rest in my soul?
I think I’m now done, with digging my hole
Mike Rowedick
i’ve been Persecuted myself for a long time .. Humiliating myself the ugliest way ever .. I am the most one who hurted me .. And I need a revolution .. To be reborn .. To creat a new me .. And treat it well .. To be a new human pure and beauty .. And save that beauty of soul very well .. To write a new life line .. In a process of being peaceful .. To have the peace inside of me .. To smile for every sunshine of every new day ..
Its a beautiful words but how to make it done .! […]
I lost my soul when these two men came by on a Halloween night. I wasn’t afraid to walk alone, searching for some bathroom maybe close by the festival. They appeared out of no where and grabbed me in the corner of an isolated dead-end. The first one held a knife at my neck, telling me that if I made any sound, my life would end.
I lost my soul that night. Their filthy hands all over me, in my shirt, between my legs, in my pants. Their breath was smelling like alcohol and vomit. I tried to close my eyes so that I could maybe […]
Can I start off by asking why? Why did we ever use such a convoluted statement like this? Of course it probably stems from the long held belief that love comes from the heart, so heartbreak must reside there as well. I beg to disagree, heartbreak is not coming from one aspect of your life, it’s from everywhere. You feel it in the very depths of your soul. You can’t walk around without seeing something that reminds you of them. God, it sucks so much to be so alone. I won’t say I love this girl, no that’d be overreacting, also it’d scare the hell […]