the coward’s way out. i can’think of any good reaon to commit suicide. thee’s just nothing bad enough t make me wanttkill myself. i have heard of people taking their own livs and just don’t see hy. when there’s always something that makes you get up in the morning. there’s alway a possibility for something new to comalong and for you to start fresh. everywhere you go there a new pssibiities and you just can’t pass them up ehnever you feel like there’s no going on, you just havce to keep pushing and look for the bright in life.
Jessica
I have had a friend commit suicide. It was hard on me, and especially his really close friends. I was the closest with Brandon, and Brandon was his best friend. I don’t think he was thinking about all the people that he would hurt.
Suicide is a selfish thought. What about all of those you leave behind? Think about the reasons you have held on this long, think about reasons to continue living. Suicide is a selfish thought, taking yourself away form the people that love you. Trust me, someone does. Someone always will.
Elaine Kushkowski
Death, is dark. THought about it more than once actually. It’s not that you’re a coward to do it, it’s that life is just the darker of too evils. Death is an escape, it is the easier choice, like someone caught on the 10th floor of a burning building, the jump may become a better option than burning in the flames…
Sam
I saw red, white and blue lights flashing in front of me. It was dark and there I was laying there in a pool of my own blood. There were photographs being taken, and the gun I used was being sealed into a plastic baggie. I sat in the couch in a catatonic state next to my girlfriend crying so hard over me. “What have I done?? Oh, God!”
When I was a young teen, Kurt Cobain was the coolest person ever. I think I was 13 or so. Nirvana was my favorite band for a really long time. I didn’t believe it was suicide- I really believed that his wife hired someone to kill me. I watched Gus Van Sant’s “Last Days”, watched Michael Pitt climb up to the sky with my jaw dropped. I began to imagine what his last minutes were like. I was diagnosed with clinical depression about 4 years later, but I hadn’t really thought of it like that before. Nick Drake committed suicide, didn’t he? A lot of really cool people commit suicide, don’t they? They also do a lot of drugs.
I think I just wrote an entire paragraph on suicide and then it didn’t work…and then I said “I’m depressed” Sort of ironic for the word “suicide”….would I kill myself about the fact that people couldn’t read my thoughts? Selfish. But suicide is selfish…so why not do it for the most mundane reason?
The taking of ones life, one’s souls, ones existence. Possibilities unfulfilled, promises unkept, pain unendurable. Better or worse? None will know all that is know is that nothing will be.
I just watched a video of a Russian soldier being beheaded. Suicide now seems somewhat ridiculous. Suicide is an action for the privileged and the bored…I wonder how many suicides occur in those in truly desperate situations. Although…I don’t actually have any fucking idea what I’m talking about. Who does.
I’m driving slowly down a country lane, the sun is shining and I am in no hurry. It’s a beautiful, lazy, summer day, the bird are singing, and then splat a bug hits my windscreen, I think it was suicide.
Maureen
Suicide isnt possible in my house. Its not forbidden, or frowned upon, or even viewed as being blasphemous. Theres not horizontal beam strong enough to support the crack of a neck.
djnvjbf
Cyanide.
Courses through your veins
And neurons
Like a swiftly moving poison
Softly and swiftly
Sending you to sleep.
Emily Neie
i felt the wind blowing through my hair as I leapt off the bridge into the dark waters that lied beneath. The only thing that came to my mind was happiness and how much I loved you. But darling, this was my only option. Diving into death seems so much more peaceful than being with you.
Leela Dawson
In the heat of the night
I stuck with a toll.
The air felt cold as the
blood rolled out of my
open vein.
Empty threat. Plea for attention. Use of manipulation. I know too many boys with broken parts and hearts who’ve used this word. Used it like a weapon. Used it like it’s cheap. Not cheap. A pricey, penitent word.
Beth
We played songs until dawn, joking and laughing. We sang, the rest of us, all night long, to keep from crying.
His depression was so intense that he has contemplated suicide many times, and in many forms. From the typical roof jump to creative apparatuses hanging above his tub that is designed to drop a toaster in it.
jessie decided that it would be suicide to try and remerge the minds.she had no options left to save herself as she once was…but..she had one plan that -perhaps -could give her ninety percent of her old self back:the disks
The only thing that would take your memory away from me and the one thing I am strong enough not to do. So when that bridge you sway across begins to break, take that last look over your shoulder and see me standing on the bank with my back to you…because that’s what you deserve for playing me like that.
C
“NO!” I screamed as my brother took the knife to his throat. “YOURE ALL IVE GOT!!” I said as he fell back, and suddenly, I was the only thing breathiing in the room.
When somebody has had enough of living they often (and in the most disturbing of ways) eliminate themselves. It’s not always successful and takes a lot of courage because they’re leaving this world for the unknown. People who commit suicide are often miserable and desperate for an escape.
Rebecca
I’ve had the same word three times. So I will give a different thought. You do what you have to do, what you need to do, what you want to do, and if it doesn’t get you there, run to something, not this.
Jordan DeBose
She had contemplated it over and over. She went through every scenario in her head, but she couldn’t figure out why he had to leave her the way he did. Was he that much of a fucking coward? If he didn’t want to get married, he didn’t have to fashion a noose.
is a terrible down ward spiral for those who feel they have ran out of option…where life is so precious this option is selfish, while ending your own pain, you bring pain to all the loved ones around you…killing yourself is never the answer, ever.
Meg
Suicide is a natural thing
Doesn’t have a positive swing
But when you hear it ring
You can bet there’s a sting
Of pain.
Jordan DeBose
How depressing. Suicide takes the lives of many people and it’s very unfortunate. It can be done in many different ways such as hanging, with a gun, or jumping off the Golden Gate bridge. Suicide is something that can be prevented but is one of the most life taking diseases that is preventable.
Brittany
I failed – shouldn’t have no. of pills taken – ferry from Island – ambulance – how did they save me? Why did God save me – it was his hand not theirs – what was his reason? there must have been a reason
Omg my brother once very recently wanted so badly to kill himself, but I think more than anything it was a cry for help/attention. NOt to say that all people who claim they want to commit suicide are looking for attention, just that if you really want to, you’ll do it, nuff said. It is a sad sad place to be in your life where you truly feel like there is no hope.
Jenny
When someone is thinking about suicide, they feel like they don’t have any other options. I suppose that makes sense, because in a world like ours there doesn’t always seem to be another option when all of the doors close on you. It’s sad really.
Haley
Kinda sounds like juice. I don´t know why it just does. Don´t ask just think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Never mind don´t do that, that doesn´t make sense.
Vanessa
You know, a lot of people do not agree with suicide. I am one of those people, but I can sort of understand why people do it. Although it is selfish and wrong, some people are too depressed or messed up to go on.
Jordan DeBose
What a romantic, poetic end to whatever it is I live today. Even though it’s all I shouldn’t and never shall do, for I am a coward to it’s grasp. Poor and homeless, what else is there left? I’ve been rich, intellectual, at Harvard studies and even battled the best. Worked for my money. I even spent the biggest gaps of my time in the synagogue of many religions… I’m like Siddhartha starring in the river… what next? Om, perhaps…
Kris
You’ve got to be kidding me. The one thing that I’ve been thinking about most lately. It’s a fantasy. Nothing real. Never will happen. But a dream, all the same. I can’t even escape it where I want to – in my writing. Wow…
How far must I fall before I feel sweet relief? I will forever be wrapped up in your world, and cannot find a way to free myself of ancient sadness. I shall leap into another dream with nothing, no one.
Suicide is a horrible way to die and a horrible thing to think about, but if somebody really wants to do it, I don’t think they should be forcefully held back from it. That just makes them even more miserable and desperate, and they might have a good reason to want to. In any case, it shouldn’t have to be the answer, no matter the reason.
Morgan
My cat walked off the edge of a building today. Rixie, was her name. I don’t get it. She was stalking the roofgarden, like she loves–loved–to do, with her tail swaying proudly behind her. She used to just to circuits, you know? Like laps around the edge. I was never too worried about it. Cats don’t need you to worry about them. She always had it together. Always a step ahead of life. Not like me. And I was looking at this fucking little tomato, wondering if it was worth the trouble of picking because sometimes you get them like that where they’re like almost retarded. Might pull through, might not. So I decided, hey, lets just leave it be. Live and let live. Come what may, and it won’t be in my hands any more. And I look up and see Rixie perched there, against the blue sky. That kind of baked blue they always put on porcelain and pottery and all that. She looked back at me and her shoulders kind of moved. It wasn’t a shrug, not really. Cats do different things with their bodies than we do. But I was looking at her eyes. Her eyes–the look she gave me, that’s what made me think she was shrugging. She meant something by it don’t look at me like that. Why else would she go and…she just walked off. Like she was going somewhere. I didn’t move for about a whole second. Then I ran over and looked over and I saw her all over the sidewalk. Jesus.
(Obviously I kept going after the time limit, and I cry your pardon)
How you come and go, and I fear not the next life in my mind… dark as all… we cannot be satisfied… I once loved her, but she did not — as me.
Adam Young
She was standing on the bridge, looking down into the foaming waters below, pondering what she was going to do next. Would she jump and end this now, or wait for death to come to her? Why should she stay here? Why should she leave?
the coward’s way out. i can’think of any good reaon to commit suicide. thee’s just nothing bad enough t make me wanttkill myself. i have heard of people taking their own livs and just don’t see hy. when there’s always something that makes you get up in the morning. there’s alway a possibility for something new to comalong and for you to start fresh. everywhere you go there a new pssibiities and you just can’t pass them up ehnever you feel like there’s no going on, you just havce to keep pushing and look for the bright in life.
I have had a friend commit suicide. It was hard on me, and especially his really close friends. I was the closest with Brandon, and Brandon was his best friend. I don’t think he was thinking about all the people that he would hurt.
Do it! You won’t! You won’t!
Suicide is a selfish thought. What about all of those you leave behind? Think about the reasons you have held on this long, think about reasons to continue living. Suicide is a selfish thought, taking yourself away form the people that love you. Trust me, someone does. Someone always will.
Death, is dark. THought about it more than once actually. It’s not that you’re a coward to do it, it’s that life is just the darker of too evils. Death is an escape, it is the easier choice, like someone caught on the 10th floor of a burning building, the jump may become a better option than burning in the flames…
I saw red, white and blue lights flashing in front of me. It was dark and there I was laying there in a pool of my own blood. There were photographs being taken, and the gun I used was being sealed into a plastic baggie. I sat in the couch in a catatonic state next to my girlfriend crying so hard over me. “What have I done?? Oh, God!”
When I was a young teen, Kurt Cobain was the coolest person ever. I think I was 13 or so. Nirvana was my favorite band for a really long time. I didn’t believe it was suicide- I really believed that his wife hired someone to kill me. I watched Gus Van Sant’s “Last Days”, watched Michael Pitt climb up to the sky with my jaw dropped. I began to imagine what his last minutes were like. I was diagnosed with clinical depression about 4 years later, but I hadn’t really thought of it like that before. Nick Drake committed suicide, didn’t he? A lot of really cool people commit suicide, don’t they? They also do a lot of drugs.
I think I just wrote an entire paragraph on suicide and then it didn’t work…and then I said “I’m depressed” Sort of ironic for the word “suicide”….would I kill myself about the fact that people couldn’t read my thoughts? Selfish. But suicide is selfish…so why not do it for the most mundane reason?
The taking of ones life, one’s souls, ones existence. Possibilities unfulfilled, promises unkept, pain unendurable. Better or worse? None will know all that is know is that nothing will be.
I just watched a video of a Russian soldier being beheaded. Suicide now seems somewhat ridiculous. Suicide is an action for the privileged and the bored…I wonder how many suicides occur in those in truly desperate situations. Although…I don’t actually have any fucking idea what I’m talking about. Who does.
I’m driving slowly down a country lane, the sun is shining and I am in no hurry. It’s a beautiful, lazy, summer day, the bird are singing, and then splat a bug hits my windscreen, I think it was suicide.
Suicide isnt possible in my house. Its not forbidden, or frowned upon, or even viewed as being blasphemous. Theres not horizontal beam strong enough to support the crack of a neck.
Cyanide.
Courses through your veins
And neurons
Like a swiftly moving poison
Softly and swiftly
Sending you to sleep.
i felt the wind blowing through my hair as I leapt off the bridge into the dark waters that lied beneath. The only thing that came to my mind was happiness and how much I loved you. But darling, this was my only option. Diving into death seems so much more peaceful than being with you.
In the heat of the night
I stuck with a toll.
The air felt cold as the
blood rolled out of my
open vein.
Then all I felt was nothing
and it felt good.
Empty threat. Plea for attention. Use of manipulation. I know too many boys with broken parts and hearts who’ve used this word. Used it like a weapon. Used it like it’s cheap. Not cheap. A pricey, penitent word.
We played songs until dawn, joking and laughing. We sang, the rest of us, all night long, to keep from crying.
His depression was so intense that he has contemplated suicide many times, and in many forms. From the typical roof jump to creative apparatuses hanging above his tub that is designed to drop a toaster in it.
jessie decided that it would be suicide to try and remerge the minds.she had no options left to save herself as she once was…but..she had one plan that -perhaps -could give her ninety percent of her old self back:the disks
Don’t do this if you love anyone.
The only thing that would take your memory away from me and the one thing I am strong enough not to do. So when that bridge you sway across begins to break, take that last look over your shoulder and see me standing on the bank with my back to you…because that’s what you deserve for playing me like that.
“NO!” I screamed as my brother took the knife to his throat. “YOURE ALL IVE GOT!!” I said as he fell back, and suddenly, I was the only thing breathiing in the room.
When somebody has had enough of living they often (and in the most disturbing of ways) eliminate themselves. It’s not always successful and takes a lot of courage because they’re leaving this world for the unknown. People who commit suicide are often miserable and desperate for an escape.
I’ve had the same word three times. So I will give a different thought. You do what you have to do, what you need to do, what you want to do, and if it doesn’t get you there, run to something, not this.
She had contemplated it over and over. She went through every scenario in her head, but she couldn’t figure out why he had to leave her the way he did. Was he that much of a fucking coward? If he didn’t want to get married, he didn’t have to fashion a noose.
is a terrible down ward spiral for those who feel they have ran out of option…where life is so precious this option is selfish, while ending your own pain, you bring pain to all the loved ones around you…killing yourself is never the answer, ever.
Suicide is a natural thing
Doesn’t have a positive swing
But when you hear it ring
You can bet there’s a sting
Of pain.
How depressing. Suicide takes the lives of many people and it’s very unfortunate. It can be done in many different ways such as hanging, with a gun, or jumping off the Golden Gate bridge. Suicide is something that can be prevented but is one of the most life taking diseases that is preventable.
I failed – shouldn’t have no. of pills taken – ferry from Island – ambulance – how did they save me? Why did God save me – it was his hand not theirs – what was his reason? there must have been a reason
Omg my brother once very recently wanted so badly to kill himself, but I think more than anything it was a cry for help/attention. NOt to say that all people who claim they want to commit suicide are looking for attention, just that if you really want to, you’ll do it, nuff said. It is a sad sad place to be in your life where you truly feel like there is no hope.
When someone is thinking about suicide, they feel like they don’t have any other options. I suppose that makes sense, because in a world like ours there doesn’t always seem to be another option when all of the doors close on you. It’s sad really.
Kinda sounds like juice. I don´t know why it just does. Don´t ask just think. Think. Think. Think. Think. Never mind don´t do that, that doesn´t make sense.
You know, a lot of people do not agree with suicide. I am one of those people, but I can sort of understand why people do it. Although it is selfish and wrong, some people are too depressed or messed up to go on.
What a romantic, poetic end to whatever it is I live today. Even though it’s all I shouldn’t and never shall do, for I am a coward to it’s grasp. Poor and homeless, what else is there left? I’ve been rich, intellectual, at Harvard studies and even battled the best. Worked for my money. I even spent the biggest gaps of my time in the synagogue of many religions… I’m like Siddhartha starring in the river… what next? Om, perhaps…
You’ve got to be kidding me. The one thing that I’ve been thinking about most lately. It’s a fantasy. Nothing real. Never will happen. But a dream, all the same. I can’t even escape it where I want to – in my writing. Wow…
How far must I fall before I feel sweet relief? I will forever be wrapped up in your world, and cannot find a way to free myself of ancient sadness. I shall leap into another dream with nothing, no one.
Suicide is a horrible way to die and a horrible thing to think about, but if somebody really wants to do it, I don’t think they should be forcefully held back from it. That just makes them even more miserable and desperate, and they might have a good reason to want to. In any case, it shouldn’t have to be the answer, no matter the reason.
My cat walked off the edge of a building today. Rixie, was her name. I don’t get it. She was stalking the roofgarden, like she loves–loved–to do, with her tail swaying proudly behind her. She used to just to circuits, you know? Like laps around the edge. I was never too worried about it. Cats don’t need you to worry about them. She always had it together. Always a step ahead of life. Not like me. And I was looking at this fucking little tomato, wondering if it was worth the trouble of picking because sometimes you get them like that where they’re like almost retarded. Might pull through, might not. So I decided, hey, lets just leave it be. Live and let live. Come what may, and it won’t be in my hands any more. And I look up and see Rixie perched there, against the blue sky. That kind of baked blue they always put on porcelain and pottery and all that. She looked back at me and her shoulders kind of moved. It wasn’t a shrug, not really. Cats do different things with their bodies than we do. But I was looking at her eyes. Her eyes–the look she gave me, that’s what made me think she was shrugging. She meant something by it don’t look at me like that. Why else would she go and…she just walked off. Like she was going somewhere. I didn’t move for about a whole second. Then I ran over and looked over and I saw her all over the sidewalk. Jesus.
(Obviously I kept going after the time limit, and I cry your pardon)
How you come and go, and I fear not the next life in my mind… dark as all… we cannot be satisfied… I once loved her, but she did not — as me.
She was standing on the bridge, looking down into the foaming waters below, pondering what she was going to do next. Would she jump and end this now, or wait for death to come to her? Why should she stay here? Why should she leave?