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Not intended to make sense, but then again what does?

by cyanidesofmarch 9/8/2013

written by cyanidesofmarch

We had it pretty good for a while, didn’t we? Remember the way we felt that night at the hotel? Redd was downstairs at the bar wearing his gold trenchcoat, that dork, pretending to act incognito. And upstairs they gave us free shots of blue stuff while a tv played in the corner old reruns of Josie & the Pussycats. It was so crowded we couldn’t move, but this was long before we became agoraphobic, so we didn’t mind. Top o’ the world, Ma. Top o’ the world.

And H said, “Redd is amazing. How does anyone remember all that stuff?”

And we laughed.

And H said, “I […]

9/8/2013 3 comments

Moving On? I need a goddamn gun.

by im-just-a-kid 8/20/2013

written by im-just-a-kid

I wasn’t supposed to come home. My deadline is approaching and I have no opportunities left. I didn’t want to reach the age 16 but my birthday is less than two weeks away. And then school starts. And then as stupid as it sounds, I won’t have time to be suicidal. FUCK.

Story time:
I just returned from a family trip in Europe. We visited a bunch of cities and I thought maybe one would have a building I could throw myself off of. No such luck. I had only one chance but I couldn’t do it. I was in the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, […]

8/20/2013 10 comments

I’m tired of fighting…

by fearfull 6/25/2013

written by fearfull

My life has been so unhappy for the short time I’ve spent here. I was diagnosed with depression and PTSD when I was only sixteen. My high school experience was horrible. I remember starting high school, I was so happy, excited, full of life. I remember one day walking up the stairs talking to a friends and they asked me how I could smile all the time for no reason. I can’t even remember the last time I truly smiled. I had an amazing group of eight girl friends, we had been close since middle school, then everything changed when I started hanging out with […]

6/25/2013 3 comments

why do i deserve my life

by punkin 5/23/2013

written by punkin

I don’t understand why I feel this way. It’s like no matter what I do I am still a pathetic worthless piece of trash who deserves to be beaten and raped. I am 22 now and my life should be better I haven’t talked to my step dad in 7 years. I thought I was better now. Last spring I was raped by two strangers and ever since I have been lashing out at people. I want them to hurt me because if I star it then the only person I have to blame is meâ€¦ The down side is that now I just want […]

5/23/2013 2 comments

alibi

by secretgrrl 5/18/2013

written by secretgrrl

got caught.

so scared.
stupid doctors.

i went to one, just a check-up
with my parents
the other day

and when she did that fabric around your arm
that squeezes

well before she did it really

she had to tell me
“roll up your sleeve.”
in my head i was
“goddamngoddamngoddamn”
and trying to find a way out of doing what
she told me to do.
i couldn’t
so i just rolled up my sleeve.
this was not one of the ways
i imagined the finding out.
my mom gasped
as the nurse wrapped the
stupid
scratchy
cold
fabric around my upper arm
and said
“what happened to […]

5/18/2013 0 comment

Shameful

by Ford 4/22/2013

written by Ford

Hello sp,
Two days ago I did something horrible, something awful, terrible if you will. I got drunk. Now, that might not seem that bad in and off itself, so let me elaborate: it wasn’t at a bar. It wasn’t with friends. It wasn’t even on my own like I often do. No, it was in a restaurant. With my family. The drunkest I have ever been. Blackout drunk. Throwing up drunk. Unable to walk drunk. All off the wine they bought for themselves. My mum had to help me walk home, that much I remember. I don’t remember what happened after we got home, […]

4/22/2013 1 comment

My Story.

by TheUnnoticedOne 3/30/2013

written by TheUnnoticedOne

Hi, I suffer from Manic Depression . Not many in my school know that. They think i’m happy, maybe even normal teenage girl. I’m 14. But this is were it all started.
When I was little, I was always the “troubled” child. My parents would curse at me , call me a “retard” , “slut” “whore” all different types of names when I just was two years of age. It wasn’t only the names… my mom was a drunk and my dad wasn’t so much of a help either, she would hit me, with all sorts of things, whatever she could get her hands on. […]

3/30/2013 0 comment

How it all started

by Voice 3/7/2013

written by Voice

From a time before I could remember, I’ve been tormented.Â At home, my father would abuse me -not physically, but emotionally and verbally.Â But that hurt more than the real abuse my step-mother would give me on a near-daily basis.Â I was moved from the front of the front of my family’s love, to the basement of our new house, while my stepsister got a real bedroom, with a heater, with a real floor, a real bed, and a window.

Every day I woke up to objects being thrown at me because my new sister didn’t want to touch me -afraid she would catch what I […]

3/7/2013 9 comments

PHP

by Stillhere4now 2/12/2013

written by Stillhere4now

Feb. 8th I tried to kill myself. I have never attempted anything like this before, but God knows I have been thinking about it for way too long. I was down stairs doing some practice cuts on my wrist, just to see how hard I needed to press and figure the whole mess out. The first cut was quite demeaning. I think one drop fell out, so I tried again in a new spot, harder this time. This time I got a good amount to come out. As I was getting ready to go even deeper and harder I dropped the razor blade and it […]

2/12/2013 2 comments

What happened

by Mgardner 2/4/2013

written by Mgardner

Everyone always says that high schools bad. That people being mean is just a part of life. But why. I mean what have i done to you to make you hate me and say those awful things.Â Did you not notice the scares plastering my arms, legs and stomach in gym class. Did you not relize that i left for several months at a time. Did you notice anything.

What would you do if your mother who would push you down stairs throwÂ water cups at you,Â had men come in a sexualy abuse you, then when you finaly are taken away from her and move to your […]

2/4/2013 3 comments

My Story

by avadakedavara 2/1/2013

written by avadakedavara

So, I stumbled upon this site from Google. I haven’t been very depressed recently, and actually, my life has somewhat improved. It still is hard, but I would like to share my experience with you all.

I was 9 years old, and it was the summer after 3rd grade.
I had been raised by a loving, Catholic family, and went to a Catholic school. In my eyes, the world was a lovely place, and there was no other place I’d rather be. I had one best friend who I spent every day with. To me, everyone believed in God, because who wouldn’t?

My perfect vision of the […]

2/1/2013 3 comments

I SHOULD BE DEAD!

by MissCMF 2/1/2013

written by MissCMF

No one cares and those who do i dont want them to becuase i willonly just end up hurting them, People have been saying tome that im a real andi should just die.Maybe there right? theres nothing left for me in thuis world.

two days ago i fell down the stairs i can now barley move as my neck and back killsme. the sad thing is that i KNOW i derserve it, i am repilsedwith the things i do and ii know i shouldnt be aroudn t all.

i really need help, but my family dont understand,neither do my frineds i hang around with, they think i’mover […]

2/1/2013 2 comments

New Poem

by TheFacelessPoet47 1/30/2013

written by TheFacelessPoet47

I die inside so you can smile

I limp to my room so you can run a mile

I wear rags so you can have style

I cry inside so you can play outside in the leaf pile

I can break this family with one phrase

I could end their naive daze

Mom won’t think its just a phase

and it wont just be my heart set ablaze

But quiet ill stay for the sake of them all

I can take the pain no matter how big or small

I can “Trip” down the stairs and fall

I can get hit in the face with a “Soccer ball”

I live in hell so you can live care […]

1/30/2013 1 comment

Just… One more day.

by sleeplessinSTL 1/29/2013

written by sleeplessinSTL

So, Im new on here and I’m not sure how to start this, but i guess ill just get to it.

My Life is like a Lifetime movie.

The reason I started cutting was because of my friend, Andrew. He was literally my bestfriend…. and I kinda had a crush on him. I knew that he had problems in his life, but dont we all? Yeah, I feel like a total ***** now.

Anyways, his family life was worse than I knew. I found this out when I walked to his house. I knew his parents weren’t home(they never were) because his dad wasÂ a jackass who, for all […]

1/29/2013 3 comments

Back.

by I.cant.breathe! 1/17/2013

written by I.cant.breathe!

I wanted to die
they saved my life
man, fuck this shit
it just ain’t right.

Went to the tower to see if i’d fly.
but then they decided that I should’nt try.

They ripped off my wings and tore off my feathers.
It’s for the worse not for the better.

I had it all planned wrote out the note
I was more than ready to go.

I said goodbye to the hell I called home, and walked to the bus stop that would deliver me hope, skipped down the stairs and then up to the elevator, 10 storys up with a sign that said danger.
Danger, don’t stand […]

1/17/2013 1 comment

Razor Sharp

by Domino Jays 1/17/2013

written by Domino Jays

In my last little ‘True story’ I wrote, I talked of a girl named Ashley. She was once a very beautiful tomboy brunette in elementary school. By high school, Ashley was replaced by a girl who is sex- crazed and drug addicted. She tried to get me in trouble, by trying to get me to go to the mall for homecoming tux. I ended up not going, and it was a good decision not to go.

Anyways, this story is about weed/pot (I can’t tell the difference between them.), my dad, and my cousin. Because I hate my cousin so, I’ll use her real name; Hailey.

A […]

1/17/2013 4 comments

I’m haunted…

by musicflower 1/16/2013

written by musicflower

So I have been kinda down lately. I started writing in a journal again to help me with my english project and memories began spilling out. I’m 16 years old, and I have been a cutter since i was 12. It has never been much, nothing too serious, but it scars. I would always get in trouble with my parents, they would yell and scream about everything. Lots of times they would scream at each other and lots of times at me. It was cause I failed my test, or screwed up again or wasn’t good enough or was annoying. I’m never good enough. I’m […]

1/16/2013 2 comments

My name is Nothing

by Rain 1/8/2013

written by Rain

My name is Nothing.
At least, that’s what The Clowns calls me.
I slip on my clothes and stumble down stairs. The Mrs.Clown is getting ready for work while The Mr.Clown reads the paper. As if I am a ghost, they stare through me andÂ I slump into the chair at the table. The Ms.Clown tosses a breakfast plate in the direction it thinks I am. I reach out and catch it. Lies again. I think to myself, “Is there nothing else to eat in the world?” I pick the word love up and bring it to my mouth it tastes bitter, but it is needed […]

1/8/2013 10 comments

Suicide Poem

by Jayjingle 12/30/2012

written by Jayjingle

Suicide Poem

I donâ€™t want to live, Iâ€™m ready to die, I reach for the blade and Â let out a sigh. Iâ€™m sick of this world, Iâ€™m sick of it all, what would happen if I had a â€˜Fallâ€™ from a building or off a train track, would anyone actually want me back? If i Swallow these pills or fall down the stairs, I wonder if anyone actually cares. Donâ€™t blame my family, it wasnâ€™t their fault, my life was just ready to come to a hault. I know that Iâ€™m young, but I really donâ€™t care, I sit on my bed with a lifeless stare. […]

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12/30/2012 2 comments

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As my username suggests I’m back.. going to post my story again..

by ImBack 12/27/2012

written by ImBack

Well I think its time to tell people why I cut and why I think Iâ€™m depressed. It starts off like all the rest, happy family, with money, love ect.. When I was about four years of age I was working in the farm with my daddy and my sixteen year old cousin, my dad left to get some food for the cattle, I was sitting on a lump of hay. My cousin comes up to me and starts fingering me. It was not a good experience for me and I couldnâ€™t get him to stop. I think he would have gone a lot further […]

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12/27/2012 2 comments

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