My mind has a never ending cry for help. I suffer in silence and when I speak people think its just a phase. I hope they’re right, I hope I’m wrong. I always say there’s always a limit for everything, it’s come to the point where the most important people in my life have turned their back on me. It feels nasty, I have disgust in my heart and tears want to flow through my eyes, I want to scream through the walls, yet I keep myself from doing this, I don’t want people seeing my pain, my suffering. So I keep that anger, that […]
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Suicide Note
I lost everything years ago.. and by everything i mean everything. but i managed to get it all back. slowly though, things started falling apart again. now that the person who means most to me is leaving me.. i dont know if i can do this anymore. im really just tired of loving, being loved and then being stabbed in the back..
Mom, i love you more than anything in the world, and i will forever be your angel looking down on you watching over you with grandma an pop-pop. ill be waiting for you in heaven, ready to hug you again as soon as you […]
I’ve written my suicide note before, but a lot has changed since 3 months ago. I have more to say. I’m not saying that I will kill myself but if I do, I want people to know how I felt about them.
I wrote my suicide note. Then I crumpled it up and wrote it again.
by sono_libero
written by sono_libero
Three times I rewrote it. 
Then I cut. Deep. I watched my blood flow with complete serenity. 
That wouldn’t kill me, but the collection of pills by my bed surely would. This time I had more than enough. I wouldn’t fail this time. 
This is it. 
Then I remembered her face. That look of pure terror she wore as she died. As I watched her kill herself. Can I really do this?
Here’s the suicide note I’m thinking of using:
I’m through living a life whose defining characteristic is being depressed.
I have what would appear to others to be a good life. I have parents who love me (albeit from 3000 miles away), good friends (albeit almost all of whom are married and so not as available to their single friends anymore), and a good job (albeit one I no longer have any interest in because I don’t have any interest in anything). In short, I have what appears to be a good life, albeit, it isn’t.
I’ve been depressed for ten years now (give or take), and I’ve […]
I threw everything into the river, everything that represents him. A gift for valentines day he gave me, a bracelet, a love not, a comb he left at my place, only little things which I still had. They had to go. I went, I threw them one by one, banishing the memories that they were bound too. Then the last thing, the box.
I call it the box to those who actually care, that know about it. The box is about 20cm by 7cm by 5cm, small, brown, smells of worn perfume and nights out. Inside, 4 blood soaked tissues, a pair of scissors, a suicide […]
I’ve lived a long life filled with struggles.
I don’t want want anyone to suffer like I have.
I’ve suffered with anorexia sense I was 8.
started cutting around age 13.
I don’t respect myself and hurt everyday thinking no one cares about me..
I am constantly told I’m not good enough or it sure feels that way
I have wrote my suicide note but couldn’t go thorough with it.
I want to help others.
there’s more to my story than this but am on a pphone
please if you need help reach out to me..
chance are ill need your help too
It was a normal saturday. And a lonely one at that. It was late at night, music playing and I was drowning in tears. I lay staring up at the ceiling with thoughts circling round in my head on repeat like a broken record…’Nobody will miss if I die’ ‘I’m worthless’ ‘I’ve got nothing to live for’.
Those words followed me everywhere, and my mind was consumed with the hopelessness of ending my life, and that night, that was the decision i’d made.
To end my life.
To put an end to the misery.
I went into the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of sleeping pills i’d been eyeing […]
I love this song by Arcade Fire, to me it’s about a guy who’s written a suicide note and has gone through with the act somewhere out of the road. It was featured in the enigmatic series Six Feet Under, which I adored. And sorry guys but good music is one of the best tonics for how we’re all feeling…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0_4HmG2PzE
Ever get the feeling that you have no point? I do. Every day. In my eyes, I am just one more person to add to the fucking shitload of people around me. I have dealt with severe depression for 5 years, tried all the shit that I thought might help (councilor, friends, drinking, smoking, pot, parents, cutting, burning, bulimia, anorexia, and pills), and tried suicide countless times. But who gives a shit, really? I mean, theres 100,000 of people exactly like me. It doesnt matter what I accomplish or what I believe. Sure, I think people can achieve greatness. But only 1/1000 people […]
I honestly cant take this anymore i dont feel like im worth enough to get up every day and pretend that im happy and ok just because no one around me understands my situation. I hate carrying on through all the pain and hoplessness. I have come close to commiting suicide numerous times and actually attempted it a couple times. I even have gone so far as to write a suicide note. I feel worthless and when i look into the future i dont see myself in it. I am not worth enough to keep fighting for something I’ll never acheive… nothing is worth fighting […]
I think I am totally a worthless being, and I really believe that if I die, this world will even become a slightly better place. pretending to be a normal person is hard and painful for me, I feel like everyday I have to go through is a endless torment till my death, I feel like I’m walking on a mine field, but I don’t wanna get blown up. I’m cynic, impatient, hypocritical and boring, these traits are ingrained in my soul , I won’t be able to get rid of them until I die, because I still need them to survive, to extend my […]
Well today is the day, im finally leaving this horrible life of mine. I have discovered somethings recently that have become the straw that broke the camels back. So im taking care of the problem, and that problem is me. You can call me selfish, i dont care, i know i am. If its selfish to end my life to end the pain and lonliness i have been dealing with my whole life, then so be it. No one will miss me, because i dont give a shit about anyone anymore. People say that killing yourself is wasting god’s gift. Well i dont believe that […]
I honestly have no idea how I am, who I am or what I’m doing. It’s difficult to have your whole family think you’re an attention seeker because you cut yourself and because you’re depressed and were suicidal. It hurts so much to let people you care about so much down. I hate myself more then anything ever. It’s so hard. When I say it’s so hard I hate myself more for being so weak and pathetic. I’m 16. I have grown up bullied, hit and at one point I was sexually assaulted which I very rarely talk about. I have a boyfriend now, his […]
Note that the people who sang these songs didn’t kill themselves, but like a lot of people they imagined it.
1. Mad World – Gary Jules
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4N3N1MlvVc4
2.Billie Holiday -Â Gloomy Sunday
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBIqLqUenz0
3.Don Mclean – Starry, Sarry Night
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxHnRfhDmrk
There is a boy on Twitter saying he’s going to do it. He has the pills. His name is Jacob.
The way I found out is through some stuck up idiots on Facebook saying Jacob is only doing it for attention, and he isn’t going to do it. But, how could they possibly know? Who are they to decide whether or not someone will or will not do it? Â Unless they are posing as Jacob, then there is no way for them to know. Â I’m going to tweet a link to this post to him because this is too much for 140 characters.
Jacob, I don’t know […]
Right now, I am contemplating life. What’s the point? Purpose eludes me. At this moment, I don’t see much point in going forward. My life is mediocre at best. And even if it gets better.. what is “better,” and what is it really worth? Does better mean more money? At this moment, I couldn’t care less about money. Money can’t buy happiness or love. It could buy me a house, but what would I do in it that I don’t already do (eat, sleep, bathe, find ways to entertain myself..). I could go back to school.. to do what? Get a better job to make […]
Rachel Ferguson- Never Good Enough
The story of me. I wrote this after my first hospital visit, it was going to be my suicide note but a close friend of mine found me before I died. He has an uncanny ability to call me whenever I’m seriously debating suicide even though he’s moved all the way across the world from me.
Born to the urban monster,
Raised to be mindless,
Her curiosity brought pain,
Tears of blood shed in silence.
Ostracized by her peers,
In the shadows she played.
Her “friends†cruel like the rest,
As she was bullied there came no aid.
Fragile, she often wept,
They laughed and pointed.
Ridiculed and mocked into […]
I’ve been dealing with depression for over 2 yrs. now. And I’ve attempted suicide multiple times from taking pills to OD, to crashing my car. I used to cut all the time when I got really upset. I told my “2nd mom” about all this and she was really worried one day I told her I wanted to die. And me her and her daughter (my ex) went to a hospital for me to get help I took a couple classes and hated it, it wasn’t helping so I left. I went on medication for my depression doctors not knowing I was suicidal. I still […]
I haven’t posted for a while,
Not a lot has changed I’ve began to see a psychologist again. But the reasons for that boil down to the decision I made on last weekend.
I couldn’t cope anymore, as my last post states.. I didn’t know if I would attempt again.. But something set me off on Friday.
At first I tried to squash the thought out of my head..
But it kept coming back. It felt just like any other day lately.. Dull, boring and grey. I walked into the pharmacy at the end of my street, placed my script on the bench and nodded at […]