I’ve always wondered why during my darkest times can I never pick up the phone and call a friend? Is it pride? lack of will? or just plain embarrassment?
I don’t know why the days that I need someone’s help are the days I just wanna lock myself in the room and be alone. It just seems so counterintuitive and yet I do it over and over again.
Why is it that we prefer to suffer alone? Is it just me?
Why is it so scary to admit that you are sad? Sometimes I almost avoid ppl just so they won’t notice how depressed I […]
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I cannot sleep…. I keep thinking about what someone said to me “no one gives a ish”….
No one cares and to have no one in your corner ,hurts. I tried telling a friend a few minutes ago that I still deal with depression and cannot get rid of these sucidal thoughts, And just said ” i thought you wasn’t going to go to that place no more”? Like really…. if i could really had a choice to feel the way I do don’t you think I would choose not to be feeling sucidal, depressed and lonely all the time…Damn, I do wanna be happy but I […]
I feel like I am always searching for a place to fit in. Just to blend in with all the other people that fit in. But all I manage to do is watch them; Envy them; Pretend that I am like them.
I feels like I am just watching life from behind a glass. I can see what’s going on but I can’t join..I can’t touch them, I am never going to be one of them. There is always Something separating me from them. I don’t exactly know how to describe it. It is invisible and yet when I reach out I can touch it, […]
Why wont it go away. Im so lost right now.. im unhappy inside.. how do u cope with such a feeling? When all u wanna do is lay on the bed n think..
Nah, will y’all quit worrying!
I’m too full of life to die just yet.
Have you noticed how seemingly every other poster here expresses the wish to ‘die in their sleep’?
Folks, it doesn’t work like that!
I find people tend to know me far better than I know myself.
And it’s not for the want of trying…
I just can’t make myself out.
This isn’t a bleeding poem. I f*****g hate poetry! Next time you wanna post something on here, make it goddamn prose!
I write like this to make it easy for you mentally challenged guys to understand lol.
I’ve got a new phone and it won’t connect to the Internet. My […]
It’s 4.25am and I’ve just came home from an hour long walk, the truth is I was looking to commit suicide tonight and my chosen method was to jump off a high ledge and land in the sea, dying of either shock, head injuiry, drowning or hypothermia or a combination of them all. I live in a seaside town so I thought this would be a very easy thing to accomplish but the highest point in the town where it would be possible to die is fenced off with barb wire. I spent a while looking for a lot of other spots but no where […]
Saying goodbye is possibly the hardest thing a single human has to do. You take so much things for granted and when you have to let them go, the feeling is indescribable. But I don’t like to say goodbye, I’d rather say Hello, it doesn’t hurt as much. So don’t say good bye and I won’t forget. Because saying good bye means forgetting. I don’t wanna forget though. …Even the porcelain dolls that you have to say goodbye to, it harms everything in my chest when thought’s sink in.
I must go now, so talk soon maybe.
All I can ask for is help at this point. I feel like the further I go in life the more I wish I could just stand still. Fear is all I feel most of the time. I fell it when I’m at school, when I go out, when I’m talking to my bestfriend, when I’m talking to anyone. It’s the fear of being judge, rejected, the fear of not being accepted. Fear is not all I feel though. I fell well in the only way I can put it… Alone. Alone and scared. I feel alone bc I feel there is nothing more I […]
I’m just curious as to what brought all of you people here. If you wanna talk about yourself or just you need someone to listen to your problems, I’m here.
today is my birthday i’m 19 years old ; i don’t have friends just on fb
i’m always thinking of killing my self , i tried a lot i hung my self , i cut my arm there was lot of blood in my clouthes ,my face was coverd by tears i was waiting the moment to die but i didn’t 🙁 i still alive
this is so bad
i wanna die i hate my self ,,,, i’m not sleeping , i don’t eat any thing and i don’t talk a lot ,,,,
i’m upset because i feel weak i can’t even kill my self :'(
Last year I had an abortion… It was unplaned and my dad had told me before that he’ll kill himself if I let him down… He was on his knees crying like a baby when he said that, and that was the image I kept in my mind trough the procedure. My bf ay the time didn’t push me to do it… But neither showed me another option. So I did it and tried to live normally after that. I justo couldn’t. I finished the relationship because looking at his face remind me every time what have I done. And I found someone who gain […]
So g-ma was batshit crazy mommy is batshit crazy now turns out the star child is batshit crazy too but I’m too smart to try and die like mommy and too many people know my name for me to disappear like mommy wanted me to. I got left twice before daddy stepped in and at least I have a room to be left in. Lucky for me another she came along and we ended up going to the same schools. I used to cut a lot and it felt so good but she hates it so I got on my knees and promised her I […]
Wished i could get off the bed right now, but i cant, why? Because i just cant. Its so warm and cozzy here. Wanna join me?
No i cant, i am too busy planning my demise.
Ok no problem, hey! Will you join us at Bob’s place today?
No i cant, cant you see, i just want to kill myself, i just want to jump off a bridge or stick a big fat knife right above my navel, can you help me?
Hell no, what do you want to go about jumping off bridges and sticking knife in you navel for?
I am depressed
you re depressed, i […]
not anymore. im done with people, im just done.
It’s a different kind of feeling.. Worse than the others.. Like a never ending tightness in your stomach. I don’t wanna kill myself I just wanna show everyone what there doing to me
scarsI don’t know what to do anymore.. I battle with severe anxiety, depression, insomnia and anger issues.I try my hardest to be what they want me to be.. the perfect daughter. Have the perfect grades, I was working 2 jobs but I just can’t cope any more. I’m lost. Dropped out of school at 15. Quit one job. Have barely any shifts at the other one. I blow up at everyone over everything. I can’t help myself .I cry everynight trying to think of new ways to be perfect… I tried cutting… It just wasn’t my thing so I started burning myself. The pain […]
i swear i have been through so much in my 21 years of age, any other person would’ve killed themselves.. im not there yet. but there isn’t a time that i don’t think about it. im at the point where its so hard for me to hold anything in. i just wanna cry and get away from everyone. everyone always ends up hurting me anyways. lol. im just looking for love.. Arent we all tho? isnt that the only thing that kills us. we all crave it and need it. and every time i find it, it turns to shit. its like every time its […]
In fleeting moments, all is good.
But it never stays,
It always decays.
I fear I may never be understood.
Through the thick smoke, I see hope.
But to reach it, means effort,
Something in short supply.
Use too much, fail too often, makes you wanna die.
The inability to express haunts me.
Regrets in the past taunt me.
“What if, What if” clouds my mind
As I try and fail to leave it behind.
I might get through this,
Everything is fine right now.
But what about tomorrow?
Maybe it’s easier to cut my losses and take a bow.
of the unknown and feel soo tired. i dont wanna get hurt, i want to be safe, i want to do it, i just need some time, i need a good building.
I think a lot about killing myself. Not like a point on a map, but rather like a glowing exit sign at a show that’s never been quite bad enough to make me wanna leave. See, when I’m up I don’t kill myself because holy shit- there is SO much left to do. And when I’m down I don’t kill myself because then the sadness would be over, and the sadness is my old paint under the new. The sadness is the house fire or the broken shoulder, I’d still be me without it, but I’d be so boring. – Neil Hilborn, “The Future”