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I see people walk
I see people talk
It’s not your fault, I say to the people that help
It’s becoming a fault without end
I don’t want to die
But feel livid within
I love my loves
I hate my hates
But right now all I want is happiness with him
Time is here
Time is gone
Love is near and love is high
Love is deep
Love is uncertain
Love is lingering
Love is nigh
Love is without
Love is sin
If taking to a deeper self
Love will reign high
In high school I was bombarded by cliques. By people that hated me. I grew attached to drug dealers that were adults. I loved myself but hated myself. I cut and it eased the pain in my heart for a little while. It helped me cope. Suicide is never the answer. I wanted the pain to end. I wanted everything to stop. To stop the clocks. To stop the hate. To stop everything that gradually came to an end. I got pregnant at 16. My world began. As I looked on at the baby shower that my family constructed I was awed and amazed it …
On the left, what my ex wrote
On the right, what I wrote
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I miss having someone who I can talk to. Right now I have a total of two “friends”, we have to see each other every day and we have been together for three years but we don’t really hang out together, one of them has many other friends and the other one has a long time boyfriend. Sometimes like twice in a year I would go out and meet new people but I end up losing them like always, not gonna complain because I know its my fault. I would love to meet a new person right now but I’m just too depressed to even …
i need to cut now
but i have a thing next weekend that has me showing my arms, and i dont want to cut anywhere else
it feels good to cut my arm
theres still scars from 8 months ago
i dont know if the boy i think i love cares enough
i want to delete all my social medias and stop talking to people
i want to sleep
and not have to worry about school or work
or family
we are dying
i hate it here
I hate my mother. She among others say life is worth living, however from what I see and what I am, I cannot imagine a greater punishment than can be inflicted on a person than life itself. I wish I was that baby she aborted, I’d prefer them to deal with life’s awfulness, instead of me. Why did I have to be born, I don’t understand. I definitely hate my father. He is a foul, lowlife, useless piece of trash that disgraces the concrete and carpet he walks on. That fact this fraud is my father is shameful and disturbing. I hate them for creating …
I thought he was different. I’m turning 20 and iv’e never had a connection with a guy like this before. He understood me in so many ways other people didn’t, whether he knew that or not. I’m practically him in a girl body. He told me yesterday he lost feelings and it was fun while it lasted. I’m tired of letting the “right guy” in just to have him gain my trust then leave. I’m so emotionally, mentally and romantically fucked up and I hate it because all my friends have been dating their boyfriends for years and I’m lucky if i can get a …
My name is Taylor. I’m 26 years old and I am an autistic atheist who questions his sexuality. I am turned on by all genders yet I have no desire whatsoever to engage in sexual intercourse. I live in the deep south, Georgia to be exact, and I hate every second of it.
What happened to this world? When did it get to the point where I found that this planet is nothing but a cancer cell on the universe? I used to be so happy and carefree until I became an adult, now it’s just never-ending misery. I’ve been abused since childhood by other people …
Fear controls me.
It dictates what I can and can’t do.
I force myself to suffer simply because I am afraid.
Fear is what drove me to suicide, fear is what made me so isolated and alone, fear is what made me push everyone away, fear is what made me give up on dreams, fear is what makes me hide away.
Fear makes me miserable.
Fear makes me numb.
Fear makes me insignificant.
Fear I instil in myself.
I sat there as the wind blew passed my glasses, staring deep into the lake as my thoughts pour into my pupils. All I think is how the lake felt in my lungs as I jumped in, landing flat against the waters surface, numbing my body periodically as my tears fused with the sheer ice of the waters. The wind blew the water towards the land and my body crashed into each individual rock, cracking my vertebrae therefore opening my mouth to release blood in exchange for water.
He wants me to drown, not me. He keeps stabbing me, he slits my throat as he pins …
3 months unemployed now, and over 500 resumes sent out without a single response. Thanks again to my asshole boss that fired me after 13 years of my busting my ass by saying they were eliminating my position. Then, of course, they hired someone for the exact same job that was 25 years younger and a male. Someone who had none of the qualifications stated on the job that they posted (which was the exact same job and not eliminated at all). You would know the parent company if I posted the name. They are constantly advertising on Television and online. Every time I see …
Hey guys, I was wondering whats ur attitude towards/experience with drugs. Are you “selfmedicating” with something currently? Did some substances help you with deprssion or whatever? Do you have some habbits that you´d like to quit? Or past addictions that made ur life terrible? Or perhaps some “funny” trip stories? Let me know, Im interested 😀
Weed is my drug of choice. I guess you could say that Im addicted to it. I smoke every day after school (alot). I can take a week off and I dont get almost any “withdrawls”. Just some cravings for the first two days but nothing that would get unmanagable. …
I’m basically adult in some countries. I’ve almost reached a fully mature age in my country.
Maturity doesn’t give you more control in life, like so many people say. I believe it actually forces you to find a reason to live.
For instance, when I was in middle school and -like so many other girls- very moody, I didn’t give a shit about what my family would feel if they were to be left behind.
Yet, now I’m almost at college, I guess I DO care about my family, however small in size they would be.
I’ve also heard instances from many adults who make a living and work …
What do you need the most?
I need to drink a beer or some wine but l don’t have money.
Nobody listens to me, to what l want and l’m thinking how to get myself what l need.
I have a problem: l don’t like, believe in this monetary system, this is why l have problems.
Nobody cares.
What kills me is that l can’t fulfill my wants and needs and l hate this.
There are many people with negative energy, l have positive energy, l’m surrounded by negativists and l let myself influenced by them and l suffer.
Hi guys, hope you are fairing fine today. What i want to know is how do you guys find it in yourself to care. From what i’ve read, the barrier most of you guys face from the noose is how it’ll impact the people in your lives (Parents, siblings etc) Whether it’ll cause them distress, sadness… i can’t be bothered if my parents and siblings cry their eyes out if i die. Say im selfish all you want, but i just cant care. why does it bother you if it hurts them, you wouldn’t care once you’re dead. nothing would matter once you leave and …
Miguel De Unamuno – An Eternal Elegy
Oh Time, Time,
relentless tyrant!
Oh terrible mystery!
The past does not return,
it never comes back again,
ancient history!
Yes, ancient, but always the same,
terrifying!
Always present…
. . . . . . . . . . . .
When consciousness is deprived
of the passage of time,
what is it that remains?
What happens to light if the mirror is broken?
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Fierce Saturn,
oh
…