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support · 10 years
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suicidal people deserve a space to talk about their suicidal feelings without risking hospitalization/institutionalization or being accused of being manipulative or attention seeking
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ghostkennedy · 8 months
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One Foot Here, One Foot Out the Door
~Leon Kennedy angst~
Word count: 854
Content warnings: PTSD, mental illness, gun use, suicidal thoughts, suicidal ideation, near suicide attempt, self-destructive behaviors, Leon is depressed and contemplating suicide. No comfort, no happy ending, just pure sadness.
I've been having a hard time lately with the battles inside my own head, so I wanted to write about the part of Leon that most resonates with me. The one foot here, one foot out the door feeling. Teetering on the edge of the end. I've barely scratched the surface here, but it felt nice to release these feelings from inside of me.
!!!!!SUICIDE IS NEVER THE ANSWER. REACH OUT TO SOMEBODY, NEVER SUFFER SILENTLY!!!!!!
~masterlist~ for those who don't wish to proceed with this piece
Why are any of us even born at all? Brought into a world where pain and suffering is the primary universal experience.
He looks at an old lady pushing her grocery cart, knowing she’s experienced pains he’ll never be able to comprehend. He sees a newborn baby and knows there’s nothing at all anyone can do to prevent them from enduring countless heartbreaks and devastation. He looks in the mirror and sees the shell of a man he once was. Or maybe he doesn’t recognize the face staring back at him at all.
He’s merely the solution of an equation made up of trauma, ache, and dread. 
So that begs the question, why the fuck were we even born at all?
Graced with a life that we beg any higher deity to take away. Take it back, take it all back. Why must we be forced to exist? He never should’ve existed at all.
Projecting his own damage as the general consensus to aid in an endless loneliness that no company could ever fill. Emptiness. How can one person feel so empty and so full of disgusting emotions at the same time? 
Countless people tell him he’s worthy of a better life. That he deserves so much better, that there’s better out there for him. But no one ever offers a solution. It’s just words they tell him to make themselves feel like they did something for him. 
If one day he loses the battle between himself and his own brain, they can say that they tried to help him. They were there for him. They took care of him. They can’t believe that this has happened.
They didn’t do a fucking thing. Thank you, sincerely, for your meaningless phrases that went in one ear and out the other. Empty words that he tossed away. Meanwhile, the words inside his own brain telling him the world would be better off without him dug their claws deeper and deeper into this godforsaken soul.
This soul that couldn’t have possibly been designed to endure such bullshit.
If everything happens for a reason, he’s sure that the reason is to see what will be the final nail in his coffin. Each day is harder. The years pass and traumatic event after traumatic event after traumatic fucking event just keeps happening to him. What will it finally take for him to fall apart completely and give himself away completely?
He wishes he could summarize it so simply. He could proclaim that the darkness has him in its grip, but that wouldn’t do it justice. Maybe he’s become the darkness. Maybe any light left inside of him has burnt out and now he’s left with only the nothingness within him.
If he had a choice, maybe he would feel better. He’d tell himself that he does it because he helps people. But that’s just more bullshit.
He’s never had a choice. He’s always been expected to put everything above himself, who gives a fuck what happens to him? Another statistic? A plus one to the casualty count? He’ll destroy himself until one day, that’s all he is.
If he thinks about how much light he used to hold inside of himself when he was younger, he’s filled with a blinding rage. The hopes and dreams he’s long lost and buried. 
How is one person expected to mourn themselves while still fucking breathing?
He’s not himself anymore. The Leon he once knew, maybe even the one he was meant to be, is gone. And there’s nothing he could ever do to bring him back. 
No matter how much he tries to numb himself, to detach himself and just go through the motions, the depression and anxiety always creeps up. It’s the only consistent thing in his life, and it’s not much to cling to, is it?
And as hard as it is to admit it, he truly wants it all to end. 
Maybe not by his own hand. Maybe not intentionally. No, he’s a coward. Too cowardly to take that final step that he so desperately craves.
His daydreams have become a grim vision of what it would be like if a mission went wrong. If something out of his control finally ended his life. 
Perhaps he’s become careless. Acting despite the possible consequences. Because if something finally clipped that last thread tying him to our world, would that really be so bad? Is that really “worst case scenario”? 
He’s no hero. He’s a fucking fool. A fool who at the root of it all, should’ve never existed at all.
The only comfort he finds is in the fact that one day he will cease to exist and there will be no one left on earth who remembers Leon Kennedy. The pain and suffering he’s seen will die with him.
But unfortunately, today is not that day. Today isn’t the start of the world after Leon Kennedy.
“Fucking coward,” he whispers to his reflection as he clicks the safety back into place. He lowers the gun from his temple and smashes it against the bathroom sink with a loud clang.
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hey. i love you. and i would listen to you any fucking time. don't let the worst day of your life be the last. -hannah
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glbtrx · 4 months
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do y'all ever just... want to die. like actually want to die.
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euneirophrenic · 11 months
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I hate the agony you feel when they're slowly distancing themselves from you & all you can do is watch
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gaymaramada · 1 year
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When You Go, Take This Heart
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Summary:
“I think I loved her, Yang.”
Yang shifted to find the girl’s eyes, her tone as soft as the coo of a dove, “Who?”
Ruby met her gaze, eyes shining, “Penny.”
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings/Tags: Canonical character death, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, Ruby Rose-centric, pining, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, background bees, team as family, bittersweet ending, written before chapter 9
Relationships: Penny Polendina/Ruby Rose, Ruby Rose & Yang Xiao Long
Word count: 7,125
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hyacinthdreamsworld · 8 months
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i don't have anyone to rely on. all have is my razor.
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lucent-blade · 4 months
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I am leaving tumblr for a while.
Trigger warning for sui thoughts
My mental state is in shreds and I cannot continue posting and I do not know how long I will be long gone.
I am close to offing myself.
My posting has been less frequent as always and it has come apparent that my online activity is less and less.
I can’t keep doing this anymore, I’m sorry.
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rongrii · 4 months
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Henry Emily 2023 spotify wrapped be like:
“Top songs: 1# “Don’t try suicide” by Queen”
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c0smic-h0rr0r · 2 months
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my parents just yelled at me for like a solid 30 minutes for being disabled and incapable of dealing with the implications of organized society so yeah i’m gonna kms i can’t deal with this bullshit anymore 👍
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underthevveather · 5 days
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If you've ever had suicidal thoughts, but found some - or any - reason to continue living and not act on any urges, I'm incredibly proud of you.
When your brain is so against everything, including its own survival, it can be extremely difficult to stay alive and be safe.
I want everyone to know that if you struggle with thoughts of suicide, relapse, or any kind of harm towards yourself/ others, but you actively choose everyday to continue living, that shows a type of strength that not everyone is equipped with.
You are so much stronger than you may believe.
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i woke up feeling silly (suicidal)
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Monsterous Existence (Reprise)
Hidden beneath tattered wings
A little girl weeps
A teen rages
An adult is silent
Behind sharpened teeth
A little girls blood stains her sheets
A teen's body is too small for what he asks for
An adult hides in her room where no one will hurt her
Behind curling horns
A little girl learns to swallow her tears
A teen sobs herself to sleep on the bathroom tile
An adult tends to the flame of rage that sustains their life
Behind blazing red eyes
A little girl is pinned to the floor
A teen can't forget the taste on her tongue
An adult forgets everything except what she wishes would fade in a drug induced haze
Behind razor sharp claws
A little girl hides away behind a book
A teen creates identity after identity to run away to
An adult can't see who she really is past the millions of masks that litter the floor around her
Behind a thrashing demonic tail
A little girl has one hand on the steeting wheel
A teen has another
An adult guides them through the dark tunnel they drive with three hands, together
Behind the shadows worn like armor
A little girl is silent
A teen weeps for an end
An adult holds them and promises their nightmare is finally over
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glbtrx · 4 months
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I want to scream to break the quietness, the stillness of my heart and mind, but I can't hear my voice anymore. It dissipates in my throat into hopeless air. I should probably let myself drown. I should accept it and end the voices around me and in my head. So why can't I? Is it the cowardice? Or the so hated hope? Is there really any left inside me? For they say it is the last to die, but I don't believe it anymore.
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euneirophrenic · 2 years
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I feel bad for everyone that tries to help me. They just don't understand that i don't feel like it will get better, ever.
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narcvampp · 12 days
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VENT
Tw // sui mentions and thoughts
My biggest fucking fear is people viewing me/us as a bad or scary person. Our fiancé was scared to talk to us because he thought we'd get upset, someone had a dream about us saying things along the lines of using him for supply and being a bitch(and has acted off since that happened)
I genuinely hate this feeling and it makes me want to throw up. Because I care about these people and yet they see me as scary or rude or using them.
At this point I'd rather genuinely kms than deal with it because I feel like I have the need to throw shit and scream and shout and just!!! Eugh.
Sorry for the vent posts lately chat.
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