there was nothing left for me. my suicide only gave people happiness. What else is left? I didn’t have any other options! Even now, years later as my spirit stays weak and tethered I feel no remorse for what I have done. This… was the best thing to ever happen to me.
Jes
The world is a better place than she thought. She’d tackled with the idea since going away to school. She sat at the edge of the railing waiting for a sign. The dolphins were leaping in and out of the ocean. Someone should tell them that happiness only applies when there is something out there. The sun was setting and as she looked out onto the bay, she slowly crept back over the wall and walked down the bridge into the traffic.
I close my eyes.
I poke at my skin, picking and pinching.
In hopes that I feel anything other than the numbness that has overwhelmed me this past month.
Death is by my side.
He laughs at me and shows no mercy for my pain.
If the choice is between this pain and suicide.
Pick the pain.
Have faith.
It will all be okay, just remember to breathe.
She held the knife in one hand. It was light, one of those little blades meant for for cutting paper and shit for arts and crafts. She just stared at it, eyes flicking to her wrist every couple of seconds. It would be so easy… so slow and perfect and-
“Miss Shipp! You have a project to finish. I suggest you do it.”
I already had this topic. It’s hard to write about. Seriously. I want to give everyone a big hug, tell them that they’re not alone and that there is hope. :/
Lola Beckett
“No one would care” said a voice in his head, “why not do it, i see no loss” He lay there in the dark, and picked up the knife.
I’ve only personally known one creature to commit suicide. It was a kitten. She walked straight into the rotating blade in the air con vents. True story.
je suis pas capable d’écrire, le mot est apparu et on m’a dit de pas penser et j’y arrivais pas – noir – jvois du verre brisé et j’aime pas vraiment ça…. ça va où ce texte après???? c pas un beau mot, jlaime pas! donnez-moi en un autre! ya plein de vent!!! en plus mauve pâle, ça va pas du tout!
K
I’ve come close to it several times, and so have my friends. I hate it. Because all you want to do is escape, and it’s a permenant exit from life. I’m so glad I didn’t go through with it, because I never would have met the people I know now, or fallen in love, or sing onstage at Carnagie hall, or snorkle at St.Martin, or experiance some of the most amazing moments in my life.
That’s the beginning of the eternal life, altough many people think it’s just the end. However it’s not legal in many countries.
doa
Stupidest thing anyone can do. You’re running away from a problem AND leaving everyone else in pain. How insensitive. But wow. Tony. Why the hell do you leave us behind? Why didn’t you even say good bye? You didn’t even tell me why you thanked me. Then you’re gone.
It strange to think death is so permanent. Even more so when you bring it upon yourself. There is nothing left. A punctuation mark on your life.
bmarshall
my brother took the gun, he think about the family, he think about me, he think about his amazing carrer, he think about god, hell and heaven,he think about life and dead, and then he think about Paulina, he cry then he shoot himself
Zero
Suicide is only really available to one type of animal, humans. Without the ability to be self aware, there is no real ability to end the self. While it is unclear whether other animals truly have this capacity, what is obvious is that the desire to live and maintain life persists in them. Maybe it is just a side effect of our condition.
I tried killing myself but the blade was dull. Just my luck. Just then the phone rang. Some guy named “God” was on the phone. He tried to sell me this new kind of razor blade that won’t go dull. Today’s my lucky day I thought to myself.
She stood on the edge of the bridge, her rabbit heart beating a tattoo against her ribs. The water a so far away, black and thick as molasses, in the night lights.
bmarshall
The easiest way out for individuals who fail to see the light which guides those filled with hope and compassion head-first into a new day. This then becomes the greatest act of selfishness which could impede any singular person’s life.
Joseph
Suicide is one of the leading causes of death for teens. My sister has attempted suicide several times and I’m sure if you think about it, you too would know someone who has either tried or has been affected by someone who has committed suicide. Its very sad to think that a person would get so lonely as to think that is their only option.
Susan
Suicide. Life and Death. Two different emotions, two different feelings. But it’s really all the same thing though, if you really think about it.
really? this is what you ask me? well suicide to me seems like a personal release. a personal choice. choosing the easier path, and i say that without negative judgement. the only reason suicide is not a truly viable option for many is because of the effect it may have on others. but if it is felt that it shall not effect others then the only other argument aginst it is tha: you should be dead. life should be over. so now every second you live is a second you did not have previously. so do what you please without intruding on others. make your life nothing but personal gratification. do those drugs. drink to excess. do half a marathon and then simply stop, because if you had commited death then you would not have had this expperience at all. so basically-fuck it. existance becomes alot more enjoyable when you are one of the few who should not be here.
colxm
suicide, the ending of ones life, an act of bravery or desperation, The triumph of despair over hope, the ultimate act of selfishness or the decision of someone who just doesnt want to feel anymore – so tired of feeling …..
debbie
Suicide is an awful thing. It kills so many people: innocent people who have done nothing except had a hard life. Do not give in to the horrors of suicide. Even if you feel like everything is against you. You are an appreciated part of this world: don’t deprive us all of your life! Put down the knife, kid. I’m serious.
Giovanni
the self-inflicted decent into darkness. the “coward’s way out”. it may feel as though suicide is the only release from a harsh reality, but that’s not true. only life can save you from cruelty. don’t give in to the easy way.
Suicide? Suicide never crossed my mind, at least not anymore. When I was 13, it looked like the definite solution to a wasted life. Though what did I know at that point? Nothing, of course. The way I looked at it, if nothing went my way, I might as well end it now. After all, what good is it to live unhappily for the rest of my life? Though instead, I kept living and it’s the best decision I’ve made in my life.
Trisha
Suicide scares me. I’ve known a few people in my life that have done this, and it scares me. Do they think about the people in their lives? They love them. Maybe they just need to show it more.
I’m scared that i’m not showing someone enough love, and they might be looking into it.
Suicide is just a terrible thing. I know some people who have committed it too.
I don’t know what could drive someone to do it to themselves but it is truly a sad situation.
She wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. I gave him everything. Why did he do this? she thought. Another sob escaped her lips as she pulled herself up from the ground. I shall kill myself. He’ll be sorry then. It will say suicide in all the papers. But before I do, some chocolate I think. Lanie hurried across the road and into Bartie’s Sweet Shop.
Helen
If there’s nothing left to live for, then there’s nothing to die for. There’s no reason for me to not live, so why not live life to its fullest?
Raad
“You can’t go! It’s suicide!”
“Stop being so pessimistic. There’s a .0001% chance I’ll get out alive.”
“I can’t stop you can I?”
“I just need your support. The little boost that says, ‘well, .0001% is still a chance, better than no chance at all.’ ”
“How about a kiss and you just think or do whatever you need to – ”
your old gods have mistaken you for someone worthwhile; please, allow me to reevaluate your pros and cons. your beauty will forsake you. in this sucking, inward world
songs for the meek rising
jacons
Suicide is the way out for cowards who aren’t strong enough to face their sucky lives like everyone else.
blades kiss the skin. pills massage the throat. bullets empty into the temple. bodies crash into the floor. cars drive over the edge. excessive pain still pushes people towards suicide.
the souls of these folk still linger in the air.
and i wish i could help. because suicide is never the answer. life is..life always is.
I love death. It’s a beautiful thing. I wonder why so many people fear it. I’ve always wondered what it would like to be dead, to die, to feel the afterlife in the depths of my soul.
And then one day, I couldn’t wait any longer. So I did it. I died.
It was almost the best thing and worst thing. But it was death. I know I let down a few people but it’s worth it.
Faryal
Suicide is for cowards and it really only hurts those that you leave behind. My mom used to tell me and I think it’s true – things change. life might be hard, but it will pass. Things do get better. Man up and live it – this is your life.
suicide is unfair to those that you leave behind. It is cowardly. I wish that people would think before they act and realize that nothing lasts forever – even though things might be rough – it will pass. My mom used to tell me that and I think it is true.
Sarah K
Death. it is simpler to think of as an exit. so much more fluidity than in the pen and paper notion of a heaven and hell. who knows what is moral anyway? truly? I can’t say that I buy into the clouds and wings. why is that my eternal reward? I won’t consume that product.
The scariest thing ever. i don’t have the balls for that shit. i really wish people wouldn’t commit suicide. women are way to big of pussies to do it the fast way thats why they take pills and slit theirs wrists and shit. guys do it the right way, like shooting themselves ans hanging. i thing hanging would take less time. well probably shooting would take less time.
Husky Man
suicide, really? there is nothing left to write about suicide, c’mon. if there is one thing artist can turn to to shock and awe it’s suicide. that’s why it’s so over done. the only good thing you can write about suicide is the way it tends to kill off the crappy writers that write about it.
there was nothing left for me. my suicide only gave people happiness. What else is left? I didn’t have any other options! Even now, years later as my spirit stays weak and tethered I feel no remorse for what I have done. This… was the best thing to ever happen to me.
The world is a better place than she thought. She’d tackled with the idea since going away to school. She sat at the edge of the railing waiting for a sign. The dolphins were leaping in and out of the ocean. Someone should tell them that happiness only applies when there is something out there. The sun was setting and as she looked out onto the bay, she slowly crept back over the wall and walked down the bridge into the traffic.
I close my eyes.
I poke at my skin, picking and pinching.
In hopes that I feel anything other than the numbness that has overwhelmed me this past month.
Death is by my side.
He laughs at me and shows no mercy for my pain.
If the choice is between this pain and suicide.
Pick the pain.
Have faith.
It will all be okay, just remember to breathe.
I had to talk someone down. Enough said.
She held the knife in one hand. It was light, one of those little blades meant for for cutting paper and shit for arts and crafts. She just stared at it, eyes flicking to her wrist every couple of seconds. It would be so easy… so slow and perfect and-
“Miss Shipp! You have a project to finish. I suggest you do it.”
I already had this topic. It’s hard to write about. Seriously. I want to give everyone a big hug, tell them that they’re not alone and that there is hope. :/
“No one would care” said a voice in his head, “why not do it, i see no loss” He lay there in the dark, and picked up the knife.
It took away Brandon. Fuck you, word.
I’ve only personally known one creature to commit suicide. It was a kitten. She walked straight into the rotating blade in the air con vents. True story.
je suis pas capable d’écrire, le mot est apparu et on m’a dit de pas penser et j’y arrivais pas – noir – jvois du verre brisé et j’aime pas vraiment ça…. ça va où ce texte après???? c pas un beau mot, jlaime pas! donnez-moi en un autre! ya plein de vent!!! en plus mauve pâle, ça va pas du tout!
I’ve come close to it several times, and so have my friends. I hate it. Because all you want to do is escape, and it’s a permenant exit from life. I’m so glad I didn’t go through with it, because I never would have met the people I know now, or fallen in love, or sing onstage at Carnagie hall, or snorkle at St.Martin, or experiance some of the most amazing moments in my life.
That’s the beginning of the eternal life, altough many people think it’s just the end. However it’s not legal in many countries.
Stupidest thing anyone can do. You’re running away from a problem AND leaving everyone else in pain. How insensitive. But wow. Tony. Why the hell do you leave us behind? Why didn’t you even say good bye? You didn’t even tell me why you thanked me. Then you’re gone.
It strange to think death is so permanent. Even more so when you bring it upon yourself. There is nothing left. A punctuation mark on your life.
my brother took the gun, he think about the family, he think about me, he think about his amazing carrer, he think about god, hell and heaven,he think about life and dead, and then he think about Paulina, he cry then he shoot himself
Suicide is only really available to one type of animal, humans. Without the ability to be self aware, there is no real ability to end the self. While it is unclear whether other animals truly have this capacity, what is obvious is that the desire to live and maintain life persists in them. Maybe it is just a side effect of our condition.
I tried killing myself but the blade was dull. Just my luck. Just then the phone rang. Some guy named “God” was on the phone. He tried to sell me this new kind of razor blade that won’t go dull. Today’s my lucky day I thought to myself.
She stood on the edge of the bridge, her rabbit heart beating a tattoo against her ribs. The water a so far away, black and thick as molasses, in the night lights.
The easiest way out for individuals who fail to see the light which guides those filled with hope and compassion head-first into a new day. This then becomes the greatest act of selfishness which could impede any singular person’s life.
Suicide is one of the leading causes of death for teens. My sister has attempted suicide several times and I’m sure if you think about it, you too would know someone who has either tried or has been affected by someone who has committed suicide. Its very sad to think that a person would get so lonely as to think that is their only option.
Suicide. Life and Death. Two different emotions, two different feelings. But it’s really all the same thing though, if you really think about it.
really? this is what you ask me? well suicide to me seems like a personal release. a personal choice. choosing the easier path, and i say that without negative judgement. the only reason suicide is not a truly viable option for many is because of the effect it may have on others. but if it is felt that it shall not effect others then the only other argument aginst it is tha: you should be dead. life should be over. so now every second you live is a second you did not have previously. so do what you please without intruding on others. make your life nothing but personal gratification. do those drugs. drink to excess. do half a marathon and then simply stop, because if you had commited death then you would not have had this expperience at all. so basically-fuck it. existance becomes alot more enjoyable when you are one of the few who should not be here.
suicide, the ending of ones life, an act of bravery or desperation, The triumph of despair over hope, the ultimate act of selfishness or the decision of someone who just doesnt want to feel anymore – so tired of feeling …..
Suicide is an awful thing. It kills so many people: innocent people who have done nothing except had a hard life. Do not give in to the horrors of suicide. Even if you feel like everything is against you. You are an appreciated part of this world: don’t deprive us all of your life! Put down the knife, kid. I’m serious.
the self-inflicted decent into darkness. the “coward’s way out”. it may feel as though suicide is the only release from a harsh reality, but that’s not true. only life can save you from cruelty. don’t give in to the easy way.
Suicide? Suicide never crossed my mind, at least not anymore. When I was 13, it looked like the definite solution to a wasted life. Though what did I know at that point? Nothing, of course. The way I looked at it, if nothing went my way, I might as well end it now. After all, what good is it to live unhappily for the rest of my life? Though instead, I kept living and it’s the best decision I’ve made in my life.
Suicide scares me. I’ve known a few people in my life that have done this, and it scares me. Do they think about the people in their lives? They love them. Maybe they just need to show it more.
I’m scared that i’m not showing someone enough love, and they might be looking into it.
Suicide is just a terrible thing. I know some people who have committed it too.
I don’t know what could drive someone to do it to themselves but it is truly a sad situation.
She wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. I gave him everything. Why did he do this? she thought. Another sob escaped her lips as she pulled herself up from the ground. I shall kill myself. He’ll be sorry then. It will say suicide in all the papers. But before I do, some chocolate I think. Lanie hurried across the road and into Bartie’s Sweet Shop.
If there’s nothing left to live for, then there’s nothing to die for. There’s no reason for me to not live, so why not live life to its fullest?
“You can’t go! It’s suicide!”
“Stop being so pessimistic. There’s a .0001% chance I’ll get out alive.”
“I can’t stop you can I?”
“I just need your support. The little boost that says, ‘well, .0001% is still a chance, better than no chance at all.’ ”
“How about a kiss and you just think or do whatever you need to – ”
“Sure, that works too.”
your old gods have mistaken you for someone worthwhile; please, allow me to reevaluate your pros and cons. your beauty will forsake you. in this sucking, inward world
songs for the meek rising
Suicide is the way out for cowards who aren’t strong enough to face their sucky lives like everyone else.
blades kiss the skin. pills massage the throat. bullets empty into the temple. bodies crash into the floor. cars drive over the edge. excessive pain still pushes people towards suicide.
the souls of these folk still linger in the air.
and i wish i could help. because suicide is never the answer. life is..life always is.
I love death. It’s a beautiful thing. I wonder why so many people fear it. I’ve always wondered what it would like to be dead, to die, to feel the afterlife in the depths of my soul.
And then one day, I couldn’t wait any longer. So I did it. I died.
It was almost the best thing and worst thing. But it was death. I know I let down a few people but it’s worth it.
Suicide is for cowards and it really only hurts those that you leave behind. My mom used to tell me and I think it’s true – things change. life might be hard, but it will pass. Things do get better. Man up and live it – this is your life.
suicide is unfair to those that you leave behind. It is cowardly. I wish that people would think before they act and realize that nothing lasts forever – even though things might be rough – it will pass. My mom used to tell me that and I think it is true.
Death. it is simpler to think of as an exit. so much more fluidity than in the pen and paper notion of a heaven and hell. who knows what is moral anyway? truly? I can’t say that I buy into the clouds and wings. why is that my eternal reward? I won’t consume that product.
The scariest thing ever. i don’t have the balls for that shit. i really wish people wouldn’t commit suicide. women are way to big of pussies to do it the fast way thats why they take pills and slit theirs wrists and shit. guys do it the right way, like shooting themselves ans hanging. i thing hanging would take less time. well probably shooting would take less time.
suicide, really? there is nothing left to write about suicide, c’mon. if there is one thing artist can turn to to shock and awe it’s suicide. that’s why it’s so over done. the only good thing you can write about suicide is the way it tends to kill off the crappy writers that write about it.