No one really knew why… could it have been the caramel? Or perhaps the Lamb… would a meringue have been enough? A meal sooo fine that he must of known it could never be repeated, so he chose to end on a high note.
the hand that reaches for stars and can never quite reach…
Ange
losers commit that… life is gud enuf a reason to live than to end it yourself….
Raja
thing about how your mother would feel? your father? your friends? the rest of your family? why end your life? it is all you have, the on
beauW
I thought about suicide once..then my best friend committed suicide at the age of fifteen..I saw how broken her family was through the aftermath..then and there I decided I would never do that to my family.
I did the one thing I knew was career suicide. Damn this passive-agressiveness. At least if it was a consciouss choice I could feel empowered by this move, but like this…. yikes.
Emil
my uncle, when i was just leaving the 6th grade, decided to take his own life. He took the life of his best friend, too. His dog, Crowley, was a pup at the same time I was. I grew with him and knew him like no other. Now I wish I could just smoke a bowl with my uncle, and maybe with the knowledge that he suffered every day he was on this painful planet it can be easier to understand him. I visit his grave in the Daisy Cemetery and am reminded of the sharp beauty the earth has to offer, and I wonder if he was ever able to acknowledge that kind of beauty,
Sammi
something which can be two things, two ends of the spectrum- freeing, oblivion, comfort, change.
and another side: love, destruction, bloody. so fragile is this human life, we cannot hold it, it is water slipping through our fingers.
tell someone you love them.
cj
Not a word for the faint-hearted, though – as writers – we should engage with the feelings behind it. But is there anyone who has never thought that the world would be better off without them – in those darkest moments. It is only those we love that keep us going.
the constant thought in the back of my mind. it thee only act the human toatlly controls.
lenny
The death of someone’s own will doesn’t make it any better. It seems to be a fled and all that’s left behind is the pain of all the people that loses you.
its the most wonderful thing in the world. i freeing sensation that makes you forget all of your troubles and pain. some say its a sin. you’ll go to hell, but heaven lies at the end of your finger tips and all you have to do is pull the trigger
jordan
things attempted but never gotten
close enough to feel the actual feeling
never c lose enough to believe in anything
except that which they tell us is real
and yet still we dont believe..
i blame the guy behind you
take his ticket
take his spot
its a long line
and a long time
before someone ears
pays for
or desrves
that shit
ashleigh
Suicide is a terrible action. Anyway you try it, even just a fraction. Why would you want to take your own life? Is living really that hard? To leave your family, your brothers, your husband, your wife? Don’t do it. Love life and life will love you back. Things always get better, that’s a fact. When you hit rock bottom, the only way you have now is up, so just stop and think about what you’re doing, good luck.
April Joy
It was a terrible time and she felt like committing suicide but something made her cling on to life, the feeling that things could only get better. And they did. The letter came from him, the weather improved, someone admired her new dress.
Caroline Palmer
You wrap your arms around me
like a constant heartbeat
whispering into my ear
when I run too fast
or see too clearly.
You wrap your arms around me
like a ring on my finger,
an endless circle,
never releasing its grasp.
Always there
like quiet music in my head,
lulling me to sleep.
Suicide.
I just committed.
No wait, how can I write this,
If I committed suicide?
There’s the rub.
Maybe I didn’t.
I believe, if I had truly committed suicide,
Then I wouldn’t care to write this,
but also I would have a reason to stay alive,
To see my words in print.
My name is Narcissus.
Just last week a young girl jumped off the top of a parking terrace in an attempt to end her life. Although she was successful, so was modern medicine. Now her mom sits by her side, each day, hoping for life to return and, each day, committing emotional suicide.
Lizette
I don’t know how I became so sad. The truth is people don’t care. The truth is sadness is underestimated. People don’t like to admit that the pain is greater than any joy they can ever feel. Suicide sometimes seems like the only solution to the pain.
It wasn’t as if I wanted to but I had to because nothing was left. There was no more light. I needed to feel the darkness. So I shrank back and thought about finishing it. Suicide might be the answer. But then I remembered what father said. Go to a theme park. There a good things in life. Now I live.
Lauren
suicide total suicide!
what a guess
good guess
totally uncool
like wtf
those shoes
meant suicide
around the world
come on!
Cristela
i have thought about suicide a lot during my teenager years. my grandpa passed away when i was 15. my family didn’t handle his death well. and sadly, i felt unloved. i saw all the people who loved him and came to see his at his death and i wanted to feel that special just once. very naive teenager thoughts. very selfish. i’m different now. i love life.
There has never been a time where I contemplated suicide. I’ve wanted to vanish from where I stood, I’ve wanted to hide under a rock for a billion years, I’ve wanted to erase everything in the world. But never have I ever thought of killing myself. I’m just a little too scared of what comes after to actually do anything I guess.
i think suicide is what i always think about, its alway there in the back of my mind, but i know its not good to think so negatively, but i try to be positive its just really hard when the world is so shit, i think suicide it what i’ve been involved with from all the teen years in my life and it started when i was 12. i find its what i think about whenever i think about everything, about how i can go through with it, if it would effect anyone and all that jazz. i dont really know what more to say appart from the fact that i have a morbid obsession with it.
samixx
i don’t know how to do it. or why it chose me. i don’t know how to leave everything and just fade into dust. it has to be more complicated than that doesn’t it? dying? how does one just become nothing and not care. Just take the knife and cut deep and hope for complete darkness.
chey
How odd is it, that I was thinking about this when I came onto this site. I know this word all too well, having tried it more than once. A feeling of emptiness, a broken body; hollow, that nothing can fill. This is the only way out. The last finally.
dawn
I’ve thought about suicide once or twice or maybe more. I can’t remember how to live but I don’t know how to die. I hear it’s simple but they say that about life too — nothing is ever what we’re told to believe from an early age.
Samantha
This word has appeared to me about 5 times in a row…WTF? I believe I still don’t know how this thing works…
otra vez esta palabra, me asusta un poco por que acabo de meditar yestoy tranquila, con la mente relajada y no quiero pensar en el suicidio… Aún así me parece interesante poder escribir algo y luego poder leerlo para así analizar cambios en mi vida personal a través del tiempo. Alguna vez pensé en el suicidio como una solución, y es triste, no recuerdo muy bien por qué era, seguramente algo familiar (es lo que más me afecta realmente) pero si, es triste pensar que alguna vez llegué a considerarlo, y siendo tan chiquita… Pero aún más triste es pensar qué tanto podía llegar a estár pasando por mi mente en ese momento!? La sensación tuvo que haber sido horrible…
It was a thought, a stupid and selfish thought. I was young, and depressed, and looking for the easiest way out. The pills were just so easy to get a hold of. I regret ever thinking this way. Suicide is a bittersweet kind of dark, morose, and cheap bottle of wine.
while suicide is a terrible idea/feeling, a worse one i’ve felt is when i realize i couldn’t do that to my family. Especially when i’m feeling really depressed, its scary to think that i can’t even resort to that; im stuck in a sort of puratory
i think about it somtimes. i feel it can be weak. monday is the most common day for suicide apparently/ i wish i never thought of it. i feel selfish, i wish i never tried it. i feel its my only way out sometimes.
Samantha
I have often thought about committing suicide. I could never do it, my family would fall apart. There are just some days where I think, there is no way in hell I can keep doing this. I feel as though my parents were cruel in bringing me into this world.
Mary
My hands shook as I looked down at the dark hole in front of me. I can’t believe she did it. That she was just gone like that. My heart skipped with each toss of dirt into the grave. She hadn’t said a word. It happened so fast. If only she had told me what was going on, I could have helped. I could have done something.
They say life is a blessing. I say life is a curse. I welcome death with open arms.
Broken-Winged Butterfly
okay this is bogus because my sister just got this word. um, dont commit suicide… it’s just a rough time for all of us. and you, of course. killing yourself ain’t easy. like its hard to make that little heart stop beating unless youre like 80, and youre gonna die anyway. okay, so back to what i was originally gonna say… dont commit suicide because youre like just gonna regret it after youre dead.
your mom
“That’s suicide!” Seras said, looking at her sister with side eyes. Sahara only laughed, adjusting the shoulder strap of the gun.
its bad i hate it. omg no. this is an epidemic and its spreading!! stop the suicide we love people we love you all! come to me i shall talk to you out of your world! dont worry i shall be your friend dforever! you are beautiful! everyone is b eatuiful no matter what you’ll get htrough it and ill get t hrough it with you because i wanna see you progress cus you are beautiful. love you. forever. and so does ur fam.
There are things in my li
No one really knew why… could it have been the caramel? Or perhaps the Lamb… would a meringue have been enough? A meal sooo fine that he must of known it could never be repeated, so he chose to end on a high note.
the hand that reaches for stars and can never quite reach…
losers commit that… life is gud enuf a reason to live than to end it yourself….
thing about how your mother would feel? your father? your friends? the rest of your family? why end your life? it is all you have, the on
I thought about suicide once..then my best friend committed suicide at the age of fifteen..I saw how broken her family was through the aftermath..then and there I decided I would never do that to my family.
I did the one thing I knew was career suicide. Damn this passive-agressiveness. At least if it was a consciouss choice I could feel empowered by this move, but like this…. yikes.
my uncle, when i was just leaving the 6th grade, decided to take his own life. He took the life of his best friend, too. His dog, Crowley, was a pup at the same time I was. I grew with him and knew him like no other. Now I wish I could just smoke a bowl with my uncle, and maybe with the knowledge that he suffered every day he was on this painful planet it can be easier to understand him. I visit his grave in the Daisy Cemetery and am reminded of the sharp beauty the earth has to offer, and I wonder if he was ever able to acknowledge that kind of beauty,
something which can be two things, two ends of the spectrum- freeing, oblivion, comfort, change.
and another side: love, destruction, bloody. so fragile is this human life, we cannot hold it, it is water slipping through our fingers.
tell someone you love them.
Not a word for the faint-hearted, though – as writers – we should engage with the feelings behind it. But is there anyone who has never thought that the world would be better off without them – in those darkest moments. It is only those we love that keep us going.
the constant thought in the back of my mind. it thee only act the human toatlly controls.
The death of someone’s own will doesn’t make it any better. It seems to be a fled and all that’s left behind is the pain of all the people that loses you.
its the most wonderful thing in the world. i freeing sensation that makes you forget all of your troubles and pain. some say its a sin. you’ll go to hell, but heaven lies at the end of your finger tips and all you have to do is pull the trigger
things attempted but never gotten
close enough to feel the actual feeling
never c lose enough to believe in anything
except that which they tell us is real
and yet still we dont believe..
i blame the guy behind you
take his ticket
take his spot
its a long line
and a long time
before someone ears
pays for
or desrves
that shit
Suicide is a terrible action. Anyway you try it, even just a fraction. Why would you want to take your own life? Is living really that hard? To leave your family, your brothers, your husband, your wife? Don’t do it. Love life and life will love you back. Things always get better, that’s a fact. When you hit rock bottom, the only way you have now is up, so just stop and think about what you’re doing, good luck.
It was a terrible time and she felt like committing suicide but something made her cling on to life, the feeling that things could only get better. And they did. The letter came from him, the weather improved, someone admired her new dress.
You wrap your arms around me
like a constant heartbeat
whispering into my ear
when I run too fast
or see too clearly.
You wrap your arms around me
like a ring on my finger,
an endless circle,
never releasing its grasp.
Always there
like quiet music in my head,
lulling me to sleep.
Suicide.
I just committed.
No wait, how can I write this,
If I committed suicide?
There’s the rub.
Maybe I didn’t.
I believe, if I had truly committed suicide,
Then I wouldn’t care to write this,
but also I would have a reason to stay alive,
To see my words in print.
My name is Narcissus.
Just last week a young girl jumped off the top of a parking terrace in an attempt to end her life. Although she was successful, so was modern medicine. Now her mom sits by her side, each day, hoping for life to return and, each day, committing emotional suicide.
I don’t know how I became so sad. The truth is people don’t care. The truth is sadness is underestimated. People don’t like to admit that the pain is greater than any joy they can ever feel. Suicide sometimes seems like the only solution to the pain.
It wasn’t as if I wanted to but I had to because nothing was left. There was no more light. I needed to feel the darkness. So I shrank back and thought about finishing it. Suicide might be the answer. But then I remembered what father said. Go to a theme park. There a good things in life. Now I live.
suicide total suicide!
what a guess
good guess
totally uncool
like wtf
those shoes
meant suicide
around the world
come on!
i have thought about suicide a lot during my teenager years. my grandpa passed away when i was 15. my family didn’t handle his death well. and sadly, i felt unloved. i saw all the people who loved him and came to see his at his death and i wanted to feel that special just once. very naive teenager thoughts. very selfish. i’m different now. i love life.
There has never been a time where I contemplated suicide. I’ve wanted to vanish from where I stood, I’ve wanted to hide under a rock for a billion years, I’ve wanted to erase everything in the world. But never have I ever thought of killing myself. I’m just a little too scared of what comes after to actually do anything I guess.
i think suicide is what i always think about, its alway there in the back of my mind, but i know its not good to think so negatively, but i try to be positive its just really hard when the world is so shit, i think suicide it what i’ve been involved with from all the teen years in my life and it started when i was 12. i find its what i think about whenever i think about everything, about how i can go through with it, if it would effect anyone and all that jazz. i dont really know what more to say appart from the fact that i have a morbid obsession with it.
i don’t know how to do it. or why it chose me. i don’t know how to leave everything and just fade into dust. it has to be more complicated than that doesn’t it? dying? how does one just become nothing and not care. Just take the knife and cut deep and hope for complete darkness.
How odd is it, that I was thinking about this when I came onto this site. I know this word all too well, having tried it more than once. A feeling of emptiness, a broken body; hollow, that nothing can fill. This is the only way out. The last finally.
I’ve thought about suicide once or twice or maybe more. I can’t remember how to live but I don’t know how to die. I hear it’s simple but they say that about life too — nothing is ever what we’re told to believe from an early age.
This word has appeared to me about 5 times in a row…WTF? I believe I still don’t know how this thing works…
otra vez esta palabra, me asusta un poco por que acabo de meditar yestoy tranquila, con la mente relajada y no quiero pensar en el suicidio… Aún así me parece interesante poder escribir algo y luego poder leerlo para así analizar cambios en mi vida personal a través del tiempo. Alguna vez pensé en el suicidio como una solución, y es triste, no recuerdo muy bien por qué era, seguramente algo familiar (es lo que más me afecta realmente) pero si, es triste pensar que alguna vez llegué a considerarlo, y siendo tan chiquita… Pero aún más triste es pensar qué tanto podía llegar a estár pasando por mi mente en ese momento!? La sensación tuvo que haber sido horrible…
It was a thought, a stupid and selfish thought. I was young, and depressed, and looking for the easiest way out. The pills were just so easy to get a hold of. I regret ever thinking this way. Suicide is a bittersweet kind of dark, morose, and cheap bottle of wine.
while suicide is a terrible idea/feeling, a worse one i’ve felt is when i realize i couldn’t do that to my family. Especially when i’m feeling really depressed, its scary to think that i can’t even resort to that; im stuck in a sort of puratory
Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like.
Would it be painless and fast?
I’m not sure if I want to know.
i think about it somtimes. i feel it can be weak. monday is the most common day for suicide apparently/ i wish i never thought of it. i feel selfish, i wish i never tried it. i feel its my only way out sometimes.
I have often thought about committing suicide. I could never do it, my family would fall apart. There are just some days where I think, there is no way in hell I can keep doing this. I feel as though my parents were cruel in bringing me into this world.
My hands shook as I looked down at the dark hole in front of me. I can’t believe she did it. That she was just gone like that. My heart skipped with each toss of dirt into the grave. She hadn’t said a word. It happened so fast. If only she had told me what was going on, I could have helped. I could have done something.
They say life is a blessing. I say life is a curse. I welcome death with open arms.
okay this is bogus because my sister just got this word. um, dont commit suicide… it’s just a rough time for all of us. and you, of course. killing yourself ain’t easy. like its hard to make that little heart stop beating unless youre like 80, and youre gonna die anyway. okay, so back to what i was originally gonna say… dont commit suicide because youre like just gonna regret it after youre dead.
“That’s suicide!” Seras said, looking at her sister with side eyes. Sahara only laughed, adjusting the shoulder strap of the gun.
“Suicide for you, honorable death for me.”
its bad i hate it. omg no. this is an epidemic and its spreading!! stop the suicide we love people we love you all! come to me i shall talk to you out of your world! dont worry i shall be your friend dforever! you are beautiful! everyone is b eatuiful no matter what you’ll get htrough it and ill get t hrough it with you because i wanna see you progress cus you are beautiful. love you. forever. and so does ur fam.