well. something that will never do. the means to an end. life is too precious. i love myself. know this for a fact. i have to make a difference. sole purpose in life. :)
Rohini Datta
He looked out the window.
Glancing below he wondered if he could do this. Easy just breathe in and let go.
He sat on the outside of the window sill and inhaled and let go of the window
Brooks Smith
“What?” I yelped.
“I’m sorry Jen. I really am.”
“This can’t be right! Sam loved his life-”
“As far as you know. This was not a murder, it was a suicide.”
I fell to te ground, unable to breathe. What did I do to him?
YesNoMaybeSo
It is not clear what you might think about my actions. Nor is it important. Only I count in this moment. A snippet of clarity which channels my decisions. Right or wrong. Who knows? Let’s face it who cares? I could ask for more but I might end up in the unenviable position of getting less.
Anj Cairns
The end of the world is soon.2012, huh ?
I don’t wanna die alone.
Let’s commit a suicide together.
We will die together and happy.
Holding hands.
My head next to yours.
I will look deep into your eyes and think about how lucky I am to have you in my life.
Let’s die together.
I like you more than I should. I love you too much.
Devine
something they write about at stumbleupon.com… really, haven’t tried it in years. prolly won’t, though… is it cheating if i go back to correct my spelling??? are we there yet? … we need some weed, too. just writing to
Oferti4ka Stabilarka
Is there no other option? You have resources, people that love you, people that don’t that you can reach out to. Is that really the only way? The only answer? I don’t understand. I have felt sad, lonely, desperate and afraid…I guess I never got that far down the road.
Citydiva
Sometimes I really think if I just just kill me. It’s not like I hate my life, it’s more that I don’t think that there is even one thing worth living for. That’s how it is.
I mean why the hell is Life anway, when you won’t get alive out of it anyway.
Elaine
Oh no! I’m to write for a minute about suicide? OK. I’ll write about moths: I see them do the unthinkable every night. As I light my lamp, they begin to circle. Then to go closer. Then they hurl themselves at the glass again and again until they fall dead beside it.
Asproulla
the day that I decided to kill myself was a horrible one, rain poured down as I looked down the window and wanted nothing more than to put a knife into my skull. I was sad, really sad. Why? don’t know. but it was scary how sa d I was.
It would be suicide to eat that whole bag of Oreo cookies by my self would ‘nt. ?
Linda Berryman
I wanted to kill myself once. But I don’t anymore. I don’t love my life that much. Hell, I don’t like half my days being awake. But, I love the people around me. Oh, Darling, I wish you were here to see how happy I am
Jasmine
Who would name a Oregon beach town “Suicide”?. I slowed my car down to the speed limit as the small beach resorts were infamous for their speed traps. I looked to my right as I drove past the white sandy beach and gaped at the the pile of huge and dark pieces of a mountain that had somehow fallen in the sea.
fearless
a permanent solution to a temporary problem. i once thought it to be my future companion, but trust me, things get better, they did for me and they will for you.
too many people commit suicide. its a sin. it affects everyone. more me do it than women. wome are stroner. those who think aboutt it need love. <3 i love them. colombine. arlington.
anastasia
elephents are really fuzzy and sometimes i reallly like to watch them at the zoo because they are really fun.
My favorite color is purple… but sometimes i like green ice cream. lolz, so thats about it
but don’t ever push a door that says pull or you;ll explode. the end :)
moo
I never really thought of suicide as a cowardly response. Cowards run from making hard decisions but suicide takes planning. It takes a pro active approach. It takes thought.
Veronica
something that I think everyone has thought about every now and then. not because they really want to do it but because they wonder IF they did it how would they do it and would it be successful. It it were successful, what would that mean for the people they left behind?
Anette
My dad used to talk about committing suicide. So we hid the pistol from him. He doesn’t talk about it anymore. Never would. Because my brother died, and somehow that made him see that he needed to live. We are sad because of our loss. But good has come from it too.
mrsram
suicide is a permenent solution to a temporary problem
bend @the knees
The most selfish act in this life. You may do it to yourself, but the irony is that it hurts so many other people so much more and so permanently. Yet, who of us hasn’t considered it.
I feel the noose around my neck,
I look below at the people I imagine to be there
But I know that’s all they are, ghosts of my past, figments of my imagination
The bully who called me twig back in middle school
The terrible parents
I close my eyes
selfish. angry. How do you break free? A horrific legacy.
Anna
A form or way of killing yourself because of too much depression or anxiety.
Erika Suetos
It’s sad.
You could have done a lot with your time. You could have made a lot of people happy. You could have fulfilled your dreams. You could have experienced amazing things.
You do not have to put a gun up to your head and pull the trigger to commit suicide. Many people choose a slower type of suicide and embark on this trip every day.
Karen King
I think of how I felt during ‘Night, Mother – when I started to agree with Jessie. It really did feel like there was no point in going on with life. I look at myself now – with Alex and Wendy and my students and feel so silly for feeling that way then.
when you messed up something you just wanted to put it to an end. horribly. there’s no light ahead. all you can see is pitched black. darkness. what a fate.
when life is hard you want to do it. but you’re afraid to do so. people you love depends on you. you just can’t. everyday, every living is a suicide.
nash
It’s not every day someone could think something like that. ‘Suicide’ is a dangerous word. Why would you think it?
Because there’s always one reason that might make you think it.
It could be anything. Anything. But it’ll always be there, no matter how much you hate it.
Maud
I reminds me of my friend’s father. I always think of it as something almost dishonourable, as the throwing away of the gift of life. I think people are punished for it, perhaps like in Dante’s Inferno. It’s painful, you know. The questions still echo today.
Andrew
suicide is one of the most dangerously stupid words in the dictionary…nobody has the right to kill him or her as this life is not really ours to do that….we are merely playing roles…until He decides it’s time for us to stop….
ress
Who had never entertained even once, the idea of suicide? Of course, personally, I always thought it easier for one to be killed rather than suicide. I do not have the nerve to pull the trigger of a gun, to jump off a building, or to fall off a bridge. No, I do not even have the littlest gut to do that. So, wouldn’t it be easier if I just told a criminal that I saw to kill me? Would that be just too weird? And why would I even want to suicide? Well, because that ensures the fact that I will never disappoint my parents, because it ensures that I will never disappoint my family. The reason is so simple…
I’ve tried it twice, as you can see i couldn’t succeed but still it’s the first idea that comes to me when i am in trouble. i dont know why.
Cemre
Its an interesting observation. Some people who didn’t know what to talk about in the free time started talking about death of someone who wished to have it. suddenly that person’s absence made others concerned. what an interesting observation
Bala
He had set everything up beforehand. He had paid his bills, pre-consoled his friends in a note. And then he remembered that he hadn’t contacted anyone to feed the cat.
damn. it’s not what I thought. the dark. the down. the not . not. not . not here. I want. no, that’s not it. it’s the opposite.
I want to want, but do not know how. I do not know what. nothing. nothing. and pain.
suiciide is terrible, if people dont have a good life, they commit suicide, as simple as that.
it can accure from bullying and stuffs like that. Many people commit suicide.
well. something that will never do. the means to an end. life is too precious. i love myself. know this for a fact. i have to make a difference. sole purpose in life. :)
He looked out the window.
Glancing below he wondered if he could do this. Easy just breathe in and let go.
He sat on the outside of the window sill and inhaled and let go of the window
“What?” I yelped.
“I’m sorry Jen. I really am.”
“This can’t be right! Sam loved his life-”
“As far as you know. This was not a murder, it was a suicide.”
I fell to te ground, unable to breathe. What did I do to him?
It is not clear what you might think about my actions. Nor is it important. Only I count in this moment. A snippet of clarity which channels my decisions. Right or wrong. Who knows? Let’s face it who cares? I could ask for more but I might end up in the unenviable position of getting less.
The end of the world is soon.2012, huh ?
I don’t wanna die alone.
Let’s commit a suicide together.
We will die together and happy.
Holding hands.
My head next to yours.
I will look deep into your eyes and think about how lucky I am to have you in my life.
Let’s die together.
I like you more than I should. I love you too much.
something they write about at stumbleupon.com… really, haven’t tried it in years. prolly won’t, though… is it cheating if i go back to correct my spelling??? are we there yet? … we need some weed, too. just writing to
Is there no other option? You have resources, people that love you, people that don’t that you can reach out to. Is that really the only way? The only answer? I don’t understand. I have felt sad, lonely, desperate and afraid…I guess I never got that far down the road.
Sometimes I really think if I just just kill me. It’s not like I hate my life, it’s more that I don’t think that there is even one thing worth living for. That’s how it is.
I mean why the hell is Life anway, when you won’t get alive out of it anyway.
Oh no! I’m to write for a minute about suicide? OK. I’ll write about moths: I see them do the unthinkable every night. As I light my lamp, they begin to circle. Then to go closer. Then they hurl themselves at the glass again and again until they fall dead beside it.
the day that I decided to kill myself was a horrible one, rain poured down as I looked down the window and wanted nothing more than to put a knife into my skull. I was sad, really sad. Why? don’t know. but it was scary how sa d I was.
It would be suicide to eat that whole bag of Oreo cookies by my self would ‘nt. ?
I wanted to kill myself once. But I don’t anymore. I don’t love my life that much. Hell, I don’t like half my days being awake. But, I love the people around me. Oh, Darling, I wish you were here to see how happy I am
Who would name a Oregon beach town “Suicide”?. I slowed my car down to the speed limit as the small beach resorts were infamous for their speed traps. I looked to my right as I drove past the white sandy beach and gaped at the the pile of huge and dark pieces of a mountain that had somehow fallen in the sea.
a permanent solution to a temporary problem. i once thought it to be my future companion, but trust me, things get better, they did for me and they will for you.
too many people commit suicide. its a sin. it affects everyone. more me do it than women. wome are stroner. those who think aboutt it need love. <3 i love them. colombine. arlington.
elephents are really fuzzy and sometimes i reallly like to watch them at the zoo because they are really fun.
My favorite color is purple… but sometimes i like green ice cream. lolz, so thats about it
but don’t ever push a door that says pull or you;ll explode. the end :)
I never really thought of suicide as a cowardly response. Cowards run from making hard decisions but suicide takes planning. It takes a pro active approach. It takes thought.
something that I think everyone has thought about every now and then. not because they really want to do it but because they wonder IF they did it how would they do it and would it be successful. It it were successful, what would that mean for the people they left behind?
My dad used to talk about committing suicide. So we hid the pistol from him. He doesn’t talk about it anymore. Never would. Because my brother died, and somehow that made him see that he needed to live. We are sad because of our loss. But good has come from it too.
suicide is a permenent solution to a temporary problem
The most selfish act in this life. You may do it to yourself, but the irony is that it hurts so many other people so much more and so permanently. Yet, who of us hasn’t considered it.
I feel the noose around my neck,
I look below at the people I imagine to be there
But I know that’s all they are, ghosts of my past, figments of my imagination
The bully who called me twig back in middle school
The terrible parents
I close my eyes
selfish. angry. How do you break free? A horrific legacy.
A form or way of killing yourself because of too much depression or anxiety.
It’s sad.
You could have done a lot with your time. You could have made a lot of people happy. You could have fulfilled your dreams. You could have experienced amazing things.
But no.
You do not have to put a gun up to your head and pull the trigger to commit suicide. Many people choose a slower type of suicide and embark on this trip every day.
I think of how I felt during ‘Night, Mother – when I started to agree with Jessie. It really did feel like there was no point in going on with life. I look at myself now – with Alex and Wendy and my students and feel so silly for feeling that way then.
when you messed up something you just wanted to put it to an end. horribly. there’s no light ahead. all you can see is pitched black. darkness. what a fate.
it’s a sin. but people with a lot of problems will be tempted to do it. but come to think of it. everyday is a suicide.
suicide is one major problem in korea
when life is hard you want to do it. but you’re afraid to do so. people you love depends on you. you just can’t. everyday, every living is a suicide.
It’s not every day someone could think something like that. ‘Suicide’ is a dangerous word. Why would you think it?
Because there’s always one reason that might make you think it.
It could be anything. Anything. But it’ll always be there, no matter how much you hate it.
I reminds me of my friend’s father. I always think of it as something almost dishonourable, as the throwing away of the gift of life. I think people are punished for it, perhaps like in Dante’s Inferno. It’s painful, you know. The questions still echo today.
suicide is one of the most dangerously stupid words in the dictionary…nobody has the right to kill him or her as this life is not really ours to do that….we are merely playing roles…until He decides it’s time for us to stop….
Who had never entertained even once, the idea of suicide? Of course, personally, I always thought it easier for one to be killed rather than suicide. I do not have the nerve to pull the trigger of a gun, to jump off a building, or to fall off a bridge. No, I do not even have the littlest gut to do that. So, wouldn’t it be easier if I just told a criminal that I saw to kill me? Would that be just too weird? And why would I even want to suicide? Well, because that ensures the fact that I will never disappoint my parents, because it ensures that I will never disappoint my family. The reason is so simple…
I’ve tried it twice, as you can see i couldn’t succeed but still it’s the first idea that comes to me when i am in trouble. i dont know why.
Its an interesting observation. Some people who didn’t know what to talk about in the free time started talking about death of someone who wished to have it. suddenly that person’s absence made others concerned. what an interesting observation
He had set everything up beforehand. He had paid his bills, pre-consoled his friends in a note. And then he remembered that he hadn’t contacted anyone to feed the cat.
damn. it’s not what I thought. the dark. the down. the not . not. not . not here. I want. no, that’s not it. it’s the opposite.
I want to want, but do not know how. I do not know what. nothing. nothing. and pain.
suiciide is terrible, if people dont have a good life, they commit suicide, as simple as that.
it can accure from bullying and stuffs like that. Many people commit suicide.