dark hot desperate. breathe baby breathe. Fighting the air, struggle, scratch, scream. Breathe baby. Clawing at air and fire and stars. Too tight. too hot. too thick. can’t think. Thoughts wrapped tight. breathe.
*Cyn*
tengo que respirar no puedo hacer nada y siento que el aire se va lejos necesito algo para sentirme bien de nuevo si, me sofoco y no hay nada mas que hacer.
Ahora todo me parece distinto, mas tranquilo…como si en realidad no tuviera a ningun lugar mas donde ir y entonces empiezo a relajarme.
jansen
I can’t breathe. I hate how I feel all day long in 100 degree weather and no body understands that I feel like shit afterwards and I feel bad about the work I’m doing. At least I have books. They help me breathe easier. Ya know? I never feel good at all during the day. Even my breaks feels suffocating.
Jeanelle
I would love to suffocate you, my love. I watch you as you sleep and dream of the pleasure I would have while suffocating you. I contemplate it every day. Your rotting corpe beside me…..ahhhhh, the satisfaction.
Topse Kretts
She wanted me to write a thank you note. She wanted me to be sad. She’s suffocating me, I’m just fine. Even I can’t believe it.
gab4gab
i was about to suffocate, and then i saw my husband standing there like a killer. I was trying to reach out for his hand but he stood there. Like a helpless cat, he stood there. I slowly closed my eyes and heard my lungs explode.
vosta
hard to breath , death, scarry darkness, pain in the lungs, anger, frightening, murder, saddness, loss
Christy Desrocher
my heart. This is the only reward I get for contributing to the lives of so many. There’s never a time when I believed in karmic resolutions, so why live life with this philosophy?
Sev
can’t breath, need air, stop chocking me, give me space, I want to run in the open air in a field of fresh grass. Don’t surround me with your foolish beliefs.
ramona
I cant breath your hurting me. When I see you with her the pain is blinding me. Your stopping me your taking my life. You said I was suffocating you and you rather her be your life.
Lanee Marlena White
blackness all around, not being able to breathe, fear, torture
marcy matheson
I feel like I’m suffocating.
You’re holding this pillow over my head.
Hell, you’ve been holding it over my head forever.
I wish I could just die already.
Isn’t that sad when you’re willing to give up the most precious gift you have?
Life?
Fuck.
Anything to end the suffocating.
Alex Sharp
SO the brain fell asleep and decided not to wake up again. It lay there inside the skeletal homeland, writhing so several seconds before succumbing to its own poisonous gases. The world didn’t care that it was to blame, even though the life outside this brain was ready to die as well
Ian Witzel
drowning in the water, can’t breath, it’s the worst way to die, if only I hadn’t done that one thing, if one thing had gone differently, i wouldn’t be here, drowning, suffocating, dying. I wouldn’t be saying my farewells alone in the dark water, to people in my mind, I would be in a hospital bed, recovering, not saying goodbyes at all. if just one thing had gone differently…
Madeleine Moore
it was particularly painful at the end of the movie “house of sand and fog” to see the main character put cellophane around his head and kill himself. Sometimes the more mundane a thing is, the more real it becomes …..
bill yarberry
frustrate
d
underneath the pillow
I can not
the closest I can get is to
contemplate
suicide
seconds past and the only thing
that is true
is my thoughts
suffocate
me
L.M
I was in the closet…waiting for my wife to find me. Suddenly, the shelf fell. Many light bulbs launched off of the top shelf, suffocating me instantly.
Casey Sutherland
Suffocate the unfavorable patterns that dwell upon the weapon’s ether
jeremy eeuwes
there is nothing like this.. makes u choked and totally screwed… We see the five final stages of life when this happens.. leading to the ultimate acceptance..
nitya
i can’t breathe. no one knows yet there’s the need to yell. screaming. gasping. all i want to do is release. yet there is nothing that can come. i’m stopped, for good and nothing i do prevents it. what to i do? panic. i have no idea. and feel doomed.
Kelsy
being trapped and not being able to do anything about it. not being able to breath. being locked up inside holding onto grudges that you always wanted to escape from. wanting revenge and being in pain while you watch others in glory and
agustin
Too many consonants in a single phonetic pulsation of my lips…yet skyscrapping verbalizations feel lustful in there….flow….
Kaizar
choke spit it back out you know what you inhaled even though its deteriorating your insides you do it anyway because it changes how you feel inside if only for a short time. You take a breath of smoke, the high runs out and you come down. suffocate until your next toxic breath
jaze
fuck this word, i want another one. I feel suffocated by this stupid fuckin website
Dj Sprinkles
i hate to be suffocated. not being able to breathe. your own voice being drowned out by diminishing air. fighting tooth and nail to uncover the pillow from your face so you can breathe.
melissia
I sit there, holding the pillow to my face.
Do I have the courage to do this? I have asked this to myself a thousand times.
Maybe I can do it this time. Maybe. I need to get away. Get away from this cruel world.
Then reality hits me.
I start losing oxygen.
Then I wake up.
I can’t do it.
Phovos the Raptor
choke, breath air stuck
claustrophobic
mouth throat oxygen drown
death
assault
lungs
ciggaretes
matiullah
death of a person and the suffering they feel the momments before they die. Why did they die only the holy Lord will know may he bring their spirits up and hopefully into the gates of heaven.
Austin King
ugh, i hate that feeling. breathing is awesome, the lack of that ability really gets my goat.
Isaac Alanen
It is hard to live when you always feel as though you are being suffocated. Like a black room that is slowly closing in on you. To be alone is a black room…
Joleena
if i suffocate her now, no one will know she ever existed. i can deny that she was born, and that allows me to deny she died. it wasn’t supposed to happen, it was supposed to be just the one time, and i’d be safe, right? as a virgin, i’d be safe because you don’t get pregnant the first time. right?
i did.
she grew in me. hated inside me.
here, in the bathroom… i’ve had her, and i don’t know where to go from here…
if i suffocate her, i can go to my old life. if i don’t….
decisions.
quin browne
It’s nothing but a dream yet it hurts so bad. I’m dying… Is it possible that this is for real? An eternal sleep? What I’ve been wishing for for so long…now it’s come true.
Laelah
the day is hot and humid, stifling, like a hot cloth to the face. i cannot breathe or move, i dont even want to live, it’s too hot, please get me out of here
yes
death. laughter. pain. suffering. real. life. life. living. friends. enemies. dishonor.
dfxfd
i can’t breathe in this house. no one cares about my thoughts, my opinions, no one cares about me. I should just leave, run out on the open road and live for me.
erynn
plastic bags get the job done quicker
Strash
death and too much pressure on my neck, air is hard to cath… I feel like I will faint soon, as I’m being strangled and the feeling of suffocation is now unbearable
caroleen
he suffocated me. not the way you would think, he did with his words. all over my mind they appeared. words words words. i felt myself choking up, unable to breath, and he would not stop talking. it was like he took pleasure in this–this word-suffocation. and i knew i would die if he didnt stop. strangely enough, i felt i would die even if he did stop, because the words coming out of his mouth were
i love you
shoshi musher
cramped feeling, need air, can’t get air…time is running out. I need air, want air. things get blurry, I’m losing it, passing out…times out
dark hot desperate. breathe baby breathe. Fighting the air, struggle, scratch, scream. Breathe baby. Clawing at air and fire and stars. Too tight. too hot. too thick. can’t think. Thoughts wrapped tight. breathe.
tengo que respirar no puedo hacer nada y siento que el aire se va lejos necesito algo para sentirme bien de nuevo si, me sofoco y no hay nada mas que hacer.
Ahora todo me parece distinto, mas tranquilo…como si en realidad no tuviera a ningun lugar mas donde ir y entonces empiezo a relajarme.
I can’t breathe. I hate how I feel all day long in 100 degree weather and no body understands that I feel like shit afterwards and I feel bad about the work I’m doing. At least I have books. They help me breathe easier. Ya know? I never feel good at all during the day. Even my breaks feels suffocating.
I would love to suffocate you, my love. I watch you as you sleep and dream of the pleasure I would have while suffocating you. I contemplate it every day. Your rotting corpe beside me…..ahhhhh, the satisfaction.
She wanted me to write a thank you note. She wanted me to be sad. She’s suffocating me, I’m just fine. Even I can’t believe it.
i was about to suffocate, and then i saw my husband standing there like a killer. I was trying to reach out for his hand but he stood there. Like a helpless cat, he stood there. I slowly closed my eyes and heard my lungs explode.
hard to breath , death, scarry darkness, pain in the lungs, anger, frightening, murder, saddness, loss
my heart. This is the only reward I get for contributing to the lives of so many. There’s never a time when I believed in karmic resolutions, so why live life with this philosophy?
can’t breath, need air, stop chocking me, give me space, I want to run in the open air in a field of fresh grass. Don’t surround me with your foolish beliefs.
I cant breath your hurting me. When I see you with her the pain is blinding me. Your stopping me your taking my life. You said I was suffocating you and you rather her be your life.
blackness all around, not being able to breathe, fear, torture
I feel like I’m suffocating.
You’re holding this pillow over my head.
Hell, you’ve been holding it over my head forever.
I wish I could just die already.
Isn’t that sad when you’re willing to give up the most precious gift you have?
Life?
Fuck.
Anything to end the suffocating.
SO the brain fell asleep and decided not to wake up again. It lay there inside the skeletal homeland, writhing so several seconds before succumbing to its own poisonous gases. The world didn’t care that it was to blame, even though the life outside this brain was ready to die as well
drowning in the water, can’t breath, it’s the worst way to die, if only I hadn’t done that one thing, if one thing had gone differently, i wouldn’t be here, drowning, suffocating, dying. I wouldn’t be saying my farewells alone in the dark water, to people in my mind, I would be in a hospital bed, recovering, not saying goodbyes at all. if just one thing had gone differently…
it was particularly painful at the end of the movie “house of sand and fog” to see the main character put cellophane around his head and kill himself. Sometimes the more mundane a thing is, the more real it becomes …..
frustrate
d
underneath the pillow
I can not
the closest I can get is to
contemplate
suicide
seconds past and the only thing
that is true
is my thoughts
suffocate
me
I was in the closet…waiting for my wife to find me. Suddenly, the shelf fell. Many light bulbs launched off of the top shelf, suffocating me instantly.
Suffocate the unfavorable patterns that dwell upon the weapon’s ether
there is nothing like this.. makes u choked and totally screwed… We see the five final stages of life when this happens.. leading to the ultimate acceptance..
i can’t breathe. no one knows yet there’s the need to yell. screaming. gasping. all i want to do is release. yet there is nothing that can come. i’m stopped, for good and nothing i do prevents it. what to i do? panic. i have no idea. and feel doomed.
being trapped and not being able to do anything about it. not being able to breath. being locked up inside holding onto grudges that you always wanted to escape from. wanting revenge and being in pain while you watch others in glory and
Too many consonants in a single phonetic pulsation of my lips…yet skyscrapping verbalizations feel lustful in there….flow….
choke spit it back out you know what you inhaled even though its deteriorating your insides you do it anyway because it changes how you feel inside if only for a short time. You take a breath of smoke, the high runs out and you come down. suffocate until your next toxic breath
fuck this word, i want another one. I feel suffocated by this stupid fuckin website
i hate to be suffocated. not being able to breathe. your own voice being drowned out by diminishing air. fighting tooth and nail to uncover the pillow from your face so you can breathe.
I sit there, holding the pillow to my face.
Do I have the courage to do this? I have asked this to myself a thousand times.
Maybe I can do it this time. Maybe. I need to get away. Get away from this cruel world.
Then reality hits me.
I start losing oxygen.
Then I wake up.
I can’t do it.
choke, breath air stuck
claustrophobic
mouth throat oxygen drown
death
assault
lungs
ciggaretes
death of a person and the suffering they feel the momments before they die. Why did they die only the holy Lord will know may he bring their spirits up and hopefully into the gates of heaven.
ugh, i hate that feeling. breathing is awesome, the lack of that ability really gets my goat.
It is hard to live when you always feel as though you are being suffocated. Like a black room that is slowly closing in on you. To be alone is a black room…
if i suffocate her now, no one will know she ever existed. i can deny that she was born, and that allows me to deny she died. it wasn’t supposed to happen, it was supposed to be just the one time, and i’d be safe, right? as a virgin, i’d be safe because you don’t get pregnant the first time. right?
i did.
she grew in me. hated inside me.
here, in the bathroom… i’ve had her, and i don’t know where to go from here…
if i suffocate her, i can go to my old life. if i don’t….
decisions.
It’s nothing but a dream yet it hurts so bad. I’m dying… Is it possible that this is for real? An eternal sleep? What I’ve been wishing for for so long…now it’s come true.
the day is hot and humid, stifling, like a hot cloth to the face. i cannot breathe or move, i dont even want to live, it’s too hot, please get me out of here
death. laughter. pain. suffering. real. life. life. living. friends. enemies. dishonor.
i can’t breathe in this house. no one cares about my thoughts, my opinions, no one cares about me. I should just leave, run out on the open road and live for me.
plastic bags get the job done quicker
death and too much pressure on my neck, air is hard to cath… I feel like I will faint soon, as I’m being strangled and the feeling of suffocation is now unbearable
he suffocated me. not the way you would think, he did with his words. all over my mind they appeared. words words words. i felt myself choking up, unable to breath, and he would not stop talking. it was like he took pleasure in this–this word-suffocation. and i knew i would die if he didnt stop. strangely enough, i felt i would die even if he did stop, because the words coming out of his mouth were
i love you
cramped feeling, need air, can’t get air…time is running out. I need air, want air. things get blurry, I’m losing it, passing out…times out
I can’t breath. I….I….