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hairbands

by caraphernelia 7/17/2013

written by caraphernelia

She got up and grabbed her things. Escaped to some empty common room, opened her laptop, and methodically pulled that hairband against her wrist.

“Haha you know you shouldn’t do that, it could hurt haha,” some guy says, nodding at her wrist. She smiles up to him and nods slightly. He moves away and she goes back to snapping the hairband. She holds back tears and swallows deeply. She turns on her laptop and reads sad stories, all the while tugging at that damn hairband. People wander past, but none even glance her way. She is alone, lost, forgotten. Her phone buzzes, waking her up from […]

7/17/2013 2 comments

How

by Nugatory 5/7/2013

written by Nugatory

My name was……

I do not know who I am now, but can recall who I used to be. I am a male, but I am not a man. A man is strong, and can provide for his family. A man is never wrong.

He was weak. He did not earn what a family requires, and he made mistakes.

His past haunts me. I try so hard to move on yet at every turn his past clings to me and drags me back. The morass of his existence clings, and burdens. It swallows the light. It kills my soul. A stationary death.

Like an acid or virus […]

5/7/2013 1 comment

Writing out tragedy

by AhimsaShadow 3/29/2013

written by AhimsaShadow

I am a student of suicide. I am fascinated by it and the prospect does not daunt me in the least. However, I cannot seem to do the deed. I cannot end this life of mine. I have tried ~12 times since I was 9 years old and aside from passing out a few times, I have never even gone into a coma.

If I believed in God, I might see his hand being part of this. However, I think I am just not motivated enough to die. Nor to live. I am in living pergatory.

I am 22 years old now. Female. Asexual, but unable to […]

3/29/2013 7 comments

Song of the Shirt

by wordless within 2/1/2013

written by wordless within

Today I lay awake trying to will myself to my chores, with a man whom I am not inspired by, with a child I have no motherly passion for I do today entertain my weary mind while I work with the song of the shirt.

With fingers weary and worn, With eyes heavy and red, A woman sits in unwomanly rags, Plying a needle and thread, In poverty hunger and dirt, She lifts her head and sings the song of the shirt

“Work Work Work

While the cock is crowing in the dawn on the roof

and Work Work Work

Till the stars shine on the roof

To this life I […]

2/1/2013 2 comments

Bits and Pieces

by livingstars 1/15/2013

written by livingstars

Well, this is my first time posting on something like this. I’m not exactly sure how to start, but here goes nothing.

Hi there. I’m sixteen years old and I should be happy. I have a decent family, a decent home, a wonderful school, and a few close friends. I come from a long line of women who have a chemical imbalance which causes depression. Low levels of serotonin influence my moods negatively, according to the doctor. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this, it’s actually quite common in women/teenage girls. In my opinion? It’s just another excuse to drug us and take our […]

1/15/2013 4 comments

Suicide Manifesto

by sand_dude 1/3/2013

written by sand_dude

(I’ve been working on this for quite some time)
There’s nothing quite like that feeling of rolling up one of your dreams like an old news paper, and placing it in that ubiquitous furnace in your mind. The place you send thoughts to get rid of them. Like an unpleasant situation, or a traumatic experience, what was once your dream is now your nightmare, and you suppress your thought, realizing it’s beyond you, accepting that your dream…will remain just that. A pigment of the picture of the figment of the imagination. As thin and immaterial as ether. Putting to rest your airy desire for love […]

1/3/2013 1 comment