I was wondering if yall knew anyone on here who used to post who actually committed suicide?
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I swear to god, I don’t understand why shit still gets to me. As fucking repetitive as my life is you would think I’d be used to it by now. Fuck. Why?
I was raised to think that depression and suicide were selfish acts committed in the despair and hollowness of one’s own soul based on their selfish desires. My mom gave me this idea. Strange, seeing how she used to be suicidal.
I have seen the families of suicide victims first hand. They rot away until they are dead themselves. Mere skins of the people they once were. And I feel selfish.
Why do I want to put my family through that? Why do I want to take my own life just because it would benefit me? Went to church today and the preacher was talking about […]
i used to be a very happy child. i’m still always smiling almost all the time but it’s a fake smile covering my true feelings. this life means nothing to me. and one of the reasons that i hate myself is that my feelings are easily changed so i cannot be sure about what i really feel.
why are we here? isn’t this a bit strange for you? what does life mean? what if i wasn’t born at all? there MUST be some reasons for being here!
i feel i’m in prison. i don’t like to be here. and sometimes i suspect that other people are not real […]
Ever since I was born, I have always been a shy person. I would try to ignore my own feelings to help others. In fact, I was forced to at such a young age since my friends were all a few months younger than me. Therefore, since I was the eldest, I was the one who got reprimanded and to my young mind, did everything wrong. This idea was reinforced by my mother shouting at both me and my dad a lot. My dad and her yelled at each other every night. They tried to hide it from me, but I was a poor sleeper. […]
Box of terror and fear and double-standards and self-loathing and discrimination and thumping and rejection
According to a certain book of love, you can own slaves, capture hot women and make them your wives (a.k.a rape them and call it marriage), force your wife to swallow dust to ensure fidelity (if she fails, you can kill her), tear open pregnant women’s stomachs if they don’t agree with you, burn to death a sinful man’s property (a.k.a his children)… there’s a few others.
I’m not discriminating against Christianity – there’s nothing wrong with it, nowadays. Many Christians today are pretty kind. But look at that friggin’ source content. […]
Don’t know why but today I feel like writing my story. So I will. Pardon the Grammar.
No human story is ever single dimensional. there are always multiple reasons that prompt your action and that action causes multiple effects. Whenever I have new mood or new type of person in front of me (that is, in my psyche), I see my life from a different angle. I personally like the curiosity angle and have most respect for spirituality angle. Social angle is the most ugly. I might at times mix them with one another, because ultimately they are one and the same.
(I like to recall things according […]
i used to wonder how people would react when they heard of my suicide
maybe thats why i never went through with it
i dont care how they react anymore
i know theyll be sad
I miss the girl I used to be. I don’t like the person I see in the mirror anymore. She is even more broken than before. All I see are my scars. Nothing else pushes past them. But I am not in the painful bliss like I used to be. It is almost as if the pain from them has just dissolved into me. I don’t feel anything on the outside anymore and all of my emotions and thoughts that used to keep me numb are focused on the pain of the past. I’ve gotten so used to the pain just being on the outside. […]
Does anyone else keep a journal? I read that writing can be therapeutic if you suffer from depression. It was for me at first but then the journal eventually morphed into a written strategy of how and when I am going to exit. Now I’m more intent on exiting than when I started. I’ve done a lot of research on helium hoods and almost ordered the items I need to make one from Amazon yesterday. I stopped when I got worried that my wife would see the charge on our credit card statement and ask me what I bought. Plus, I was not sure where […]
i’ve had many things taken from me throughout my life…
mother/father: robbed me of safety, acceptance, and unconditional love, i never stood a chance with the two of you
molester: robbed me of a childhood, feelings of worth and value
rapists: robbed me of dignity and pride
myself: robbed me of peace and tranquility
but you… nothing compares to what you have done… you stripped me bare, consumed me body and soul only to regurgitate it back in my face with a look of disgust only to say– not what i want… you leave me crumbled, a pile of used discarded remnants of something that was at some point […]
A Catharsis is an emotional discharge through which one can achieve a state of moral or spiritual renewal or achieve a state of liberation from anxiety and stress. Catharsis is a Greek word and it means cleansing.
In literature it is used for the cleansing of emotions of the characters. It can also be any other radical change that leads to emotional rejuvenation of a person.
Originally, the term was used as a metaphor in Poetics by Aristotle to explain the impact of tragedy on the audiences. He believed that catharsis was the ultimate end of a tragic artistic work and it […]
Going to treatment tommorow to get help, but in my mind its just going to make it worse. We will see when i get out, but everybody keep yalls head held high, and be strong. Project simicolon ;;; !!! Draw a simicolon on your wrist. The simicolon is used in writing sentences for authors who could end their sentence but have chosen not to. Draw this on your wrist because YOU are this author who could have ended your life but have chosen not to. Stay strong!
So I’ve been with this guys for almost 2 years. He’s a great guy and we used to be inseparable, but it’s becoming clear that we’re not meant for each other and have nothing in common. However he knows about my depression and my previous suicide attempt so I think that’s the reason he hasn’t broken up with me. I plan to leave the world next week (have surefire method) so I’m debating whether or not I should breakup with him first. Thoughts?
Please, could anyone help? I won’t go into the details our reasons why just yet ( I’m happy to share but I’m a lousy writer and I don’t want to waste anyone’s time ) but my mother is looking for ways to kill herself. there’s a chance it could purely be cathartic, but still. I plan on approaching her about it somehow, but does anyone have any preferred suicide hotlines to suggest? Or maybe online forums? I don’t think she’d like sp…..She may want something for people over 50. I’ve never used a hotline before, but when I talk […]
So. Tonight I was the closest I’ve ever gotten to finally killing myself. I mean it’s been maybe 8 months since I came to the conclusion that I needed to die, yet all I have to show for it are some fading scratches on my arm. It’s also been only a little bit shorter since I’ve started cutting myself – not so much because it made me feel better, but to get used to the pain and basically practice. I have to admit though, it usually did make the pain go away for the moment – except today. I made a deliberately deeper cut than […]
Hi!
Thanks for reading. Im that girl that use to post pictures and qoutes on SP. Im not a good writer, so i like to post pictures instead. This is my first post that i write something. Its a poem. The girl in the poem is me. I know its short. But i Hope you will like it. Can you guess whats the story behind the poem? Please comment what you think about it. Ty!
Im a murderer
I killed the girl
I used to be
The girl that used to have a
Friend
the girl that used to be
Beautiful
the girl that used to be
going to fail A-levels –> have no opions if i cant get to uni –> dont have a passion to take as a degree –> my two ‘bestfriends’ are now in smitten ‘grown up’ relationships and have abanoned me –> my mum is so depressed she wont accept that i also have depression–> i have so many scars on my body that i will forever be wearing jumpers –> my savings are being used to keep the family house from repossession –>i dont have the motivation to try anymore –> no motivation to live, no motivation to die.
Couldn’t resist.
Epoch time 142000000 (seconds from 1-1-1980, being used in computers a lot) is Wed, 31 Dec 2014 04:26:40 GMT
Best wishes and I’m glad you are still alive!
I don’t even know what to say. But, I do believe that it wouldn’t matter even if I did know what to say.
I am surrounded by people, but I am alone. I have to bear the unbearable psychic pain with no relief in sight.
I am so terribly sad. I don’t understand this world. I don’t fit in here or anywhere. I am a freak.
I attempted suicide a few years ago. What brought me to that attempt was that my soul died and all that was left of me was my fleshy shell. Suicide seemed to be only the next step; kill the body that used […]