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Words

who am i kidding.

by me 1/26/2017

written by me

haven’t been feeling like i need food or sleep. hallucinating a little, not really all visual but smelling random things and occasionally stopping what i’m doing to listen … i either cant get out of bed or i’m pacing the house and organizing things. its funny how they can tell what state my mind is in based on my hair, its sticking up everywhere and I wear the same clothes(I usually lose track of my days and end up getting too comfortable in them).

i feel so lonely. and pointless.

i realized i don’t need to make enough money for a coffin/service, i don’t need a funeral. i […]

1/26/2017 1 comment

Words, I Guess

by InteriusLight 5/1/2016

written by InteriusLight

Recently, I’ve began to feel entirely empty.
Even the one thing that I once loved to do and helped me not feel like a freak… I don’t feel different when doing said thing.
I’ve felt that I should die even more intensely, even to the point where from my last suicide attempt, I barely felt anything. Just vast emptiness.
I’ve also experienced even more self-hate for my body. I don’t like seeing my own face anymore. I’m beginning to not even like my own hair, the only thing that I was actually proud of about my body.

Well, I guess I shall end this post.

5/1/2016 1 comment

The World

by Kaylee_Bush 2/18/2016

written by Kaylee_Bush

– “The World is a douche-bag, for fuck sake someone add the vinegar and iodine to it already and give it a good flush. We could all do with a bit of good cleaning, hmm!

Get rid of some of that foul smelling bacteria that lingers on a regular basis.”

Words of a dear old friend. She couldn’t have been more precise.

2/18/2016 4 comments

wanted 2 write

by tiredthoughts 12/3/2015

written by tiredthoughts

All day long I wanted to write.. I had the words, thought of sentences, how i go about wording and writing. But now I got nothing that I did want to write earlier.

12/3/2015 4 comments

Words

by Harlot.Rebel 11/9/2015

written by Harlot.Rebel

How dare you choose liqour over me.!! How can you laugh and carry on while i cut and cry. Hundreds of miles away from home. No love there either. I find myself in a invisible hole my little suicidal hell hole. I never thought i would reach out to people i dont know but i need help somthing that a doctor or psychiatrist cant give me right now i need someone that understands how it feels to be blatantly fucked over by the ones you love. Just need advice to stay strong.

11/9/2015 6 comments

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality

by KH 9/25/2015

written by KH

i liked this quote. I like Edgar Allen Poe. So here it is. It has no reference in particular; I just read some of his work today and it stuck in my mind.

it’s been months since my last post on here – good news I guess. But now I’m back – bad new now, I guess. Everything’s been okay-ish. I was recently re-admitted to hospital for abdominal pains, had another operation and I’m out again, for now anyways. Now, surely, when you’re in hospital, your ‘other half’ shall we say should want to see you, correct? Or at least want to talk to you, if […]

9/25/2015 5 comments

I wanna put my lyrics in your mouth

by FeelingFunny 7/14/2015

written by FeelingFunny

Slowly moving, despite the fact that I’m holding myself back. Forward’s my direction, if I can keep from falling backwards. Words don’t mean a thing, and I am often contemplating, upon what I want. It’s enough to make me go insane!

I thought the title to my post was fuckn funny. Made me lol. I am so fuckn bored. But hey, at least I’m not in […]

7/14/2015 0 comment

by Bisban 10/24/2014

written by Bisban

There’s nothing worse than hell temporal eternum

The spells that surrounds me

Words that I speak

I wonder one day, when I look up to the sky

Sad and sadness, doesn’t exist

Words lost, sunk into the bottom of the ocean

The bide, who am I

To be lone, what is it

Come with me if you have nobody

I will take you, I will save

Forever, no matter who you are

God, Where are you, of all I need you

A final, what does it all mean

Can such be, for me

10/24/2014 1 comment

Words slice through deep

by therottenapple 10/2/2014

written by therottenapple

My mother is never really careful with how she says things. She’s always frank without boundaries and she never understands what’s wrong with that. She has so many hurtful words she already told me that I cannot even remember the worst of them. She has called me names, judged my whole life and according to her, I will never be anything in life.

When she’s mad, she’s mad. She doesn’t care whatever she does or say that will affect anyone. Maybe this is the reason why I’m so sensitive, because those things I never thought I would hear from anyone would come from her. She would […]

10/2/2014 1 comment

My Words Unspoken….Forever Mute

by xxtwiggyslastbreathxx 3/3/2014

written by xxtwiggyslastbreathxx

I don’t know why she won’t let me leave, the schooling that I’ve had hasn’t taught me to write. I will never be able to talk again, either. Sometime ago, right before we moved out to wherever the hell we are, I had managed to escape the place we lived and ran. I never made it far. Maybe two blocks down, she grabbed me (this is about 3 am) dragged me back to the house and tied me down. Then, she continued to drug me and said ” This is gonna hurt but try not to get blood on my shirt would ya?” She took […]

3/3/2014 49 comments

Words. Us.

by purplepain 1/31/2014

written by purplepain

“How were things before? Surely there had to have been something positive. Had there been anything that really moved me, anything that really moved anyone? Maybe, but it was all gone now. Lost, perhaps meant to be lost. Nothing I can do about it, got to let it go.”

–Haruki Murakami, A WILD SHEEP CHASE

Why is it that in moments of confusion and hurt everything you read, listen to, etc, everything seems to be reading your mind, seems to be about you? Or is it just our broken mind, twisting and turning every word? Trying to find meanings, related to our thoughts and our life; meanings […]

1/31/2014 0 comment

Words

by AscahIsBroken 1/21/2013

written by AscahIsBroken

These words follow me everywhere I go.
I don’t quite understand them.
I don’t know what they are, but I can’t lose them.
These words have their own voice.
They sing and I cry along.
I try to master them.
But they are the ones who control me.
These words are my very being.
They are lost inside themselves.
I cannot comprehend them, as I can’t comprehend myself.
Who am I?
These words cannot tell me.

I’ve tried to stifle these words.
But they refuse to be silent.
In my dreaming, the words are pictures.
They show me glimpses of what I want.
Corpses with my […]

1/21/2013 1 comment

Change

by Miss.Mayhem 11/18/2012

written by Miss.Mayhem

I’ve written my suicide note before, but a lot has changed since 3 months ago. I have more to say. I’m not saying that I will kill myself but if I do, I want people to know how I felt about them.

11/18/2012 2 comments

Why am I being so optimistic?

by PennyroyalTea 10/5/2012

written by PennyroyalTea

It’s amazing. Just, amazing. We, all of us. We’re here, in this web site, sharing our problems and helping each other. With the words, all the advices. In somehow, I think we’re amazing. We’re alive, right? We are fighting against the world, the society, the life, the death of the pure pain but we keep playing. We haven’t given up yet. I don’t know, I donÂ´t use to say this kind of stuff but now I feel full of empathy.Â I feel weird things like we are all in some kind of island alone and unhappy but having our own help, having other sad people who […]

10/5/2012 2 comments

Help

by painterofmusic 5/25/2009

written by painterofmusic

Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Everything hurts. The secrets I can’t tell anyone, and no one cares at all. Who do I turn to? How do I say the words to someone, someone I trust, that is going to make them understand? Who would I tell? WhoÂ can I trust? How do I get even one minute with them only three days before school is out? I’m going to die this summer. I don’t know what else to do. I can’t stand my life anymore, my mind… I have secrets that are killing me, literally. I’m going to die because I can’t take knowing the things I know. And even […]

5/25/2009 5 comments