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support · 10 years
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Everything okay?
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Another year (poem)
The winter days are rolling in
You and I are still around
All that talk of giving up
Yet no one heard a sound
Could it be no one would listen?
Is it hard to lend an ear?
Either way if you’re reading this
Please know I’m glad you’re still here
Go out and find your voice
Be who you’re meant to be
And if all goes wrong and falls apart
Come back, you can talk to me.
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mydialect · 1 year
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How to Write a Suicide Note
Step 1: Get a piece of paper, or a note book, depending on how much you have to say.
Step 2: Grab your writing instrument. I don’t recommend markers, crayons or colored pencils.
Step 3: Pour your hearts out. Let everyone know what has been happening in your head and everything you feel is wrong in your life.
Step 4: Think about their faces while they read it.
Will your dad be able to survive this heartache? Can he identify your face without crying?
What about your cat? She will have no where to go. No one who knows her favorite food and when she gets fed. What will she do immediately after your death? Will cats actually eat their owners?
Your parents have been divorced for 10 years this will be the third time they have been in the same room since then. First was for your suicide attempt, second was for your hospitalization, last will be your success.
Do you dress nice for it? Make sure your body is pretty one last time? Don’t wear that dress that your step sister likes, you want to keep it safe enough to give it to her after. What about your birthday dress? You won’t live to see it anyways so whats the issue. Or do you want to be comfortable? Pjs and a hoodie. But what if blood covers the matching hoodie that you and your friend have?
How are you gonna do it? You're too hesitant with a knife. And you don’t want to make a big mess for whoever finds you to deal with. Too scared that taking pills is going to fail and you will just wake up again and have to keep moving forward. A noose would require you to get rope. What rope would you even use? Do you splurge for nylon or get the cheap inexpensive rope that makes your skin crawl?
Does your comfort even matter here? Its not like your whole life hasnt been hell anyways, why would you care about your own feelings now?
Is suicide the time to be selfish? Do you finally have permission to worry only about yourself? Or should you keep caring about others even while begging for deaths door?
Step 5: Fail again, give up or wake up the next morning covered in your own bodily fluids.
Step 6: Cry. Whether for yourself or others, you will cry.
Step 7: Go to class, or work, or home. Just keep moving on.
Step 8: Go to step 1 next time it is needed.
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sarayu-sunrays · 8 months
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the string of fate can turn into a noose before you know it
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moonlitpoems · 1 year
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what do you do when you need to end the one real thing you’ve ever had? how is this a hurt that i can survive?
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cryinginmyroomsposts · 6 months
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I suffer from the loneliness of deeply despising being misunderstood while I push away anyone who tries to understand me.
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“On Darker Tides”
The taste of liquor eased my pains at the start,
It soon grew to drown out any of my thoughts.
Floating in a multi-cocktail haze I drifted on,
On and on in this way till I couldn’t see shore.
I ended up alone on my little island of misery,
Like Circe but my sentence was of my own.
But there was no magic on my lonely isle,
Just the shattered remnants of dreams passed.
It never had to be as hard as I made it to be,
I couldn’t risk the vulnerability of being known.
I was afraid of being seen as I am at my core,
To turn out not to be who I thought I had to be.
I’m still on my island it’s just self imposed now,
The shards are still littered all around me.
I cast them into the sea so they may return,
Smoothed off all their edges and transformed.
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hyouka-m · 2 years
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And I see it again, the clock hand tick
It struck midnight;
So here I feel it again, the loneliness click.
The world darkens but I believe I’ll find hope quick
That’ll be the light, save me tonight;
But it’s just another delusion, my mind’s cruel trick.
-V͓̽i͓̽a͓̽ h͓̽y͓̽o͓̽u͓̽k͓̽a͓̽-m͓̽ o͓̽n͓̽ t͓̽u͓̽m͓̽b͓̽l͓̽r͓̽
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manic-thinking · 1 year
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the feeling of solitude can be so comforting at the brink of death, knowing when i go it won't hurt anybody.
circa 2017 when i thought it was the end for me
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kyrieflavius · 1 year
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Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know!
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em-grace-blog · 2 years
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You scare the fuck out of me because I don’t think I will ever not love you. Whether it’s my attachment issue or my love issue, I will never not
Hear your name and feel butterflies.
These damn butterflies are about to kill me, this hurts.
To love like this hurts everyday because my moods shift like tide being pulled by the moon
I have no control over the irrationality of the next wave
Or the love bombing from the next.
I can’t tell you why my heart skips beats for you but I can tell you that my breath does the same
And that it hurts because the hallucinations vanish at the sound of your voice but they’re replaced with daydreams where you don’t think I’m crazy.
Where you don’t think I’m erratic.
Daydreams where you love me back and I can hear my name in your sighs.
God, you scare the fuck out of me because at the drop of a pin,
My heart falls to my knees
And all over again
I’m yours.
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An apology + Trauma Dump
An apology + Trauma Dump
First off, I’d like to give a short apology for my absence on this platform. Really, all platforms. My graduation is occurring in a little over a month from now and my course loads have been more than usual. I’ve been on autopilot physically and emotionally in order not the have a complete mental break. I calculated how many hours I was working in total each week and it came out to 55 hours +…
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Nothing’s Changed (poem)
It all still feels no different
Doesn’t matter how much I grow
If anything it’s harder now
I just can’t let you know
It’s hidden behind laughter
Stupid jokes and smiles
You never once had stopped to think
“I haven’t checked in on them in a while”
I should not expect so much of you
It’s entirely my fault
I want to be an open book
But you treat me like a vault
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missinyouiskillingme · 10 months
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hamoodmood · 5 months
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In another universe I was happy
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moonlitpoems · 1 year
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i look around my life and yours and all i see is a lack of karma. you have the life you’ve always wanted, and don’t get me wrong, my life has not changed very much.
but based on what you did to me, shouldn’t there be some sort of karma? shouldn’t there be some kind of suffering? shouldn’t you have to at least acknowledge the ways that i still bleed to this day?
j.e.b. ((karma is only making me ask more questions.))
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