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Wreckage

Wreckage on bed sheets.

by Deathy058 12/7/2014

written by Deathy058

NOTE: This is my personal story. Thoughts about antidepressants were from a slanted point of view of life at the time, and actually I’ve gained a little knowledge in how they actually help people. Trigger warning: this details pretty explicitly my first foray into self injury, as well as fragmented memories as they came about during this time of my life. I don’t appreciate glorifying suicide, and I intend to keep writing my experience on here as a hopeful path to something better than the urge to end it all. It’s disjointed, but it gets my point across how I want it to be.

In Vitro–2007

Ice […]

12/7/2014 0 comment

death wants to be my friend, can he?

by i.am.not.for.this.world 8/27/2013

written by i.am.not.for.this.world

She is alone, nothing but alone in the dark folds of her mind. They consume her soul and dance in the wreckage of her heart, talking to her at night, convincing her to cut again until the blade slowly edges to her wrist, nick it a little, only a little don’t want to start a riot in your family and get slapped by the ones you thought loved you.

Disappear into your dreams my sweet little girl, watch the dream like a movie as you slit your wrists and watch the blood flow and plunge to the floor, smile and wave in the mirror as though […]

8/27/2013 0 comment

thinking again

by kristink 6/8/2013

written by kristink

well here i am, high sitting here alone. thinking. thinking about the status of my marriage, thinking about life and death. thinking can life really get better for me after all these years? you said that you weren’t going to give up. i assume you were implying i shouldn’t either. that of course depends on who wins the ongoing battle in my head. the rational me knows that killing myself isn’t right. but that isn’t the problem. its the pro-death voice in my head who has been the chatty one these last few months. she knows which buttons to push. she increasingly doesn’t care about […]

6/8/2013 0 comment

Coward in life, and in death?

by Just_that_guy 4/1/2013

written by Just_that_guy

I stumbled upon the Project while looking for ways to make the End look like it wasn’t planned. Â It’s only made me more sad to see that there are so many people that feel similar to me. Â It’s beautiful though, to see so many likeminded folks listening, and offering support to those that can’t find it in the real world. Â I’m thankful the trolls haven’t embedded themselves yet.

I’m 30 in June, which makes me old in my mind. Â My 20’s have come and gone, leaving only confusion, amazement, and disappointment. Â I’m more successful now than I once thought I would be, but nowhere near where […]

4/1/2013 3 comments

Disenchanted

by No longer human 6/6/2012

written by No longer human

I wrote this poem over 20 years ago.Â It’s my favorite one I’ve ever written, and still rings true to me today.

Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â disenchanted

I searched for myself down in

the deep, dark jungle of

my soul,

and only found remnants of a time

long forgotten.

I wondered if I was the sole

survivor

of the plane crash of my

destiny,

or if I was just scattered among the

wreckage.

6/6/2012 0 comment

Lifeboat Sinking

by SuicideBoy 5/30/2012

written by SuicideBoy

A sailor (me) sees a ship sinking, so he rows his boat to the wreckage to see if he can help. He takes one refugee, then another, then another. More start clamoring for help, each one desperate to cling on to anything that floats. The rowboat can’t take any more. But how can the sailor leave them behind? How can he choose who gets to live, how can he tell the others, “No room. You have to die”?

He can’t. So he keeps taking on refugees as his rowboat sinks lower and lower. There is no solution, none that he can accept without being haunted by […]

5/30/2012 7 comments

Poems…

by [SyKo]Nuclearanthrax 4/4/2012

written by [SyKo]Nuclearanthrax

oh my, look at this. Ain’t this some fucked up shit?Â So now i sit here in the wreckage of what you have done, you added more scars to your only son.

Why cant you control yourself? Why do you always make my life Hell? I try to sit and picture death, to me it just sounds like the best.

I want to live, just not in this sequence. You mom, have always been my greatest weakness. I can’t sleep so I toss and turn. Imagining how great it would be, just to see it all burn.

My heart is beating, but im hardly alive. Life is a […]

4/4/2012 0 comment