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Whats in my mind – Poem Writen by me

by MissCMF 11/30/2012

written by MissCMF

Controlled by a Masked Man By MissCMF

Â© Copyright November 2012

I canâ€™t control any move, my head gives up soul comes to prove

The voices chant, the pain begins; I know I will never win

Crashing into tables, causing tears, but no one can know of these fear

When people enter I struggle to stop, act like Iâ€™m fine when really Iâ€™m not

If I told people whatâ€™s going on, theyâ€™ll think that Iâ€™m crazy that I donâ€™t belong

Who has a masked man in their heads, who when takes over makes the real me

The voices he uses are the ones […]

11/30/2012 3 comments

Beam me up

by anthropophobia 11/15/2012

written by anthropophobia

Swallow. My mouth quickly floods again at the feint smell of vinegar. Â It is not hunger or anything normal; it is the frantic feeling of anticipation for my next shot. Â Sitting in a hot car for hours. Text received: Be there in thirty. Four hours later, Text received: be there in 25. I think to myself,”He really means it this time.”

It is time to relax. I sit on the couch and slowly string my thoroughly probed arm through the slip tie of my belt. Â IÂ draw fresh water from the cap of a water bottle. 16.. 17… 35 grains.. this should be enough. I set the […]

11/15/2012 1 comment

deciding what will actually work……..

by okyoucanhaveit 8/27/2009

written by okyoucanhaveit

i’ve spent alot of years thinking about this, a couple times trying it, and now i’m ready to get serious! but i want to make sure it actually works. waking up in the hospital with all the fam damily around balling their eyes out is no longer an option. what about a syringe full of bleach? any other suggestions? what can i find around the house to inject and get this taken care of? wish i could just get ahold of some heroin. i know how to make that work………..

8/27/2009 3 comments

looking for a way out

by everwaiting 6/1/2009

written by everwaiting

I am a 17 year old girl and I found this website while seeking least painful methods of suicide on Google.

If I had half an ounce of courage in my veins, I would damn painlessness and go out messily: off the edge of a building of with a bullet to the temple. I am, however, extraordinarily cowardly when it comes to agony. I would be inclined towards an overdose, but I hear that’s a horrible way to go – vomitting. I would inject some air into a vein, but where would I get the syringe? And I’m no fan of needles… In short, the recurrent […]

6/1/2009 5 comments