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Her Life

by she-doesnt-talk 4/27/2014

written by she-doesnt-talk

I tried to tell
They don’t listen
I tried to yell
They kept me prisoned

Everyday
I wake up the same
Open both eyes to see if I’m still afraid
Waiting to just go away
I keep living
Pretending everything’s okay

Every night
I go to bed the same
Squeeze both eyes
as they pour out all my pain
Am I going insane?
Until that moment
That my body can’t bear the pain
And I just fall asleep to stay sane

And then one day
I never got the night
To pour out all my pain
the cuts on my body did the same
As it took my […]

4/27/2014 2 comments

I wait for hours
I wait up all night
I wait
Hoping that someone will be there.
Will be there to help me pick up myself
Help me pick up my broken heart
Help me put it back together for the next day
But alas its like last night
And the night before last night
No one is there for me like I am there for them
I simply cant take it anymore
I have waited far too long and too much
I wait every night until 1-2 am
Then the pain comes
Crushing me
Making me want to die
Why am I so dependent?

4/5/2014 0 comment

I wrote this poem today..

by Miss Blythe 3/29/2014

written by Miss Blythe

I wrote this poem today, it sucks, but I havenâ€™t written anything in weeks, soâ€¦

“I remember
When you looked at me
With those eyes
When I couldnâ€™t help but
Idolize
When my heart began
To race.

And I remember
When I saw you
When your eyes
Had lost all light
When you stopped
Fighting the fight
When you lost yourself
And me

And now youâ€™re gone
and Iâ€™m waiting
Waiting for you to come
back
Waiting to see those
eyes
Waiting to know if youâ€™re
alive

Please come back
Please wake up
Youâ€™re still there
Lost, to be found
And Iâ€™m waiting
For you to come back.â€

This was […]

3/29/2014 2 comments

Advice, Information, and.. maybe…help?

by Cardio_respiratory_stop 6/7/2013

written by Cardio_respiratory_stop

Hello! I’m writing this in order to get some help, and be sure that i’ve made the right decision.

I wrote this to another person on another website:Â <<<Â I feel the same as you do/did “Every day I wake up feeling terrible! I don’t want to die,i just don’t want to live like this.” and i felt it since i was your age 17/18 and then i was dreaming about killing myself but i talked to others and i was to weak to take my own life so i said that i’ll wait, that things will get better, two years have passed and i had a big […]

6/7/2013 2 comments

Please Don’t Cry for Me

by ZuicideZero 1/15/2013

written by ZuicideZero

My name is Elora Schrader. I am thirteen years old, and I was hospitalized last March for an overdose of prescription drugs. My parents are druggies and drunks, and I beg for them to notice me, but nobody listens and nobody hears me cry. Because, in the here and now, nobody cares about anyone but themselves.

I have deconstructed a pencil sharpener, removing the blade. it is 10:35 PM. I will not do anything until 11:00. I hope that I will see or hear, something, anything to change my mind. I don’t WANT to do this again, but it is the only solution. Not just to […]

1/15/2013 15 comments

A Sign

by Miss.Mayhem 11/19/2012

written by Miss.Mayhem

I love someone.

Do they love me back?

I’ll never know.

I hope they do.

But you just can’t beÂ certainÂ these days.

But…

Today…

I felt affection.

Affection from someone I could actually touch.

Someone that doesn’t live 2,000 miles away.

Maybe it’s a sign.

A sign that I should stop pretending that our relationship will Â work.

I just feel like I can’t do it anymore.

I can’t bare the thought of not being able to hold your hand until we’re 18.

5 years.

5 years of agony

and being alone.

It was a small sign.

Just holding hands in the dark.

No one will ever know.

No questions.

But yet no answers.

Does it mean something or was the whole thing a big mistake?

I don’t know.

But I […]

11/19/2012 0 comment

horrible meeting

by passionfruit3 10/15/2012

written by passionfruit3

I fucking hate my life.My dad came to my meeting today.Which is okay cause im like well if there talking to him i dont have to say shit.The problem is for one the meeting was way to long and ackward.I just wanted to get out of there.Theres going to be a big argument tonight about being hospitalized to test to see what meds im allergic.There on to me about the whole suicide even though i wouldnt dare give them information they could use to lock me up.I dont want to deal with all this at all and i have to suffer through it till after […]

10/15/2012 1 comment

Waiting and Hating

by Kizzy 11/5/2011

written by Kizzy

NowÂ I sit alone at the library. The question keeps running through my head “Were is there to go when you can’t go home?”

Â I had been getting better. The seroquel, miracle pills, had been working. Yeah I wasn’t normal, not even close, but they helped. While they do nothing in the way of suicidal fanticies they had helped my be less violent, less angry, less of bitchy me.

That time is gone. They stopped working. I’m not weak. I’m not the kind of person who sits and cries. I don’t feel the need to whine about it’s not fair. I’m just… pissed.

So I’m stuck here. Waiting and […]

11/5/2011 3 comments

WAITING…

by maybe...possibly1577 8/23/2011

written by maybe...possibly1577

I think I’m waiting to die…I wake up and all i think about is the end of the day. Â THE only time I’m happy is when i sleep. Â When i think about killing myself…iÂ don’tÂ think about is a WRONG…i think of it a solution. Â A solution to the problem of my pathetic life. Â Everyone in my life thinks I’m just PERFECT…but I’m not so far…I feel like I’m a BRAND NEW CAR…running on cheap water-downed gas. Â So I’m waiting…WAITING for GOD to take me away from here. Â IÂ wouldn’tÂ mind if it was painful…SOMETIMES i think i cant feel any EMOTIONS…i feel cold and dark inside…IÂ don’tÂ think i could […]

8/23/2011 2 comments

‘Waiting…’

by Anna 5/9/2010

written by Anna

A coma might feel better than this, attempting to discover where to begin.
You’re weighed down, you’re full of something, of sickness and desertion.
You’re weighed down, you’re full of something, you’re underneath it all.

So say goodbye to love, and hold your head up high
There’s no need to rush- we’re all just waiting… waiting to die.

HopeÂ inÂ a better place is all I need, with moments of innocence and mystery.
Oh, it’s the little things you miss. Like waking up all alone.
Oh, it’s the little things you miss. When you’re underneath it all.

So say goodbye to love, and hold your head up high
There’s no […]

5/9/2010 0 comment

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