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Wow, this is just too easy. So many of my onewords hint at this simple term, and yet I can’t think of how to flat out describe it. It’s strange, however, the way the second you first consider suicide, the thought blossoms in your brain and produces a thousand deadly flowers that taunt you at every bad turn in life. The first time you think of it, you’ve planted a seed; it’s growing, and it’s hard to uproot. Once you try it, you’re hooked. Suicide is a drug with effects that just last and last.
By Ashley Flowers URL on 02.04.2011
suicide is bad. it affects millions of lives each year. it not only affects those who are commit the act, but their family and loved ones as well. Suicide can often be avoided with prescription drugs.
By BEEP BOO on 02.04.2011
The wind seems to urge him on. The deadly breeze turns him stomach- not with fear, but with anticipation. Like a rush of adrenaline.
It took only one step.
By Ana May Dean URL on 02.04.2011
death is very sad. i wish it didnt have to happen. i think god actually wanted adam and eve to eat the apple though because nothing can ever be perfect except for god, which is how it should be.
By Hannah Maakestad on 02.04.2011
don’t lose your grip on life. you get down and you think that things will never be better again. but they will be. there will come a time when some little thing can make you happy. and that’s really all it takes. just little things and little moments and little interactions with people – that’s what makes life worth living. it’s not big and it’s not grand and it can seem pointless. but you have all those little moments. don’t let them slip away. don’t lose your grip on life.
By kylie on 02.04.2011
is a horrible thing for someone to experience or to deal with emotionally before and after the act takes place. The family has to deal with the emotional stress and depression that is placed on their own shoulders after everything ha
By Jessica on 02.04.2011
Although suicide is a very serious topic that requires attention and acknowledgment, it is also a kind of beverage in which one has mixed all the soft drinks in a soda fountain. You know, Orange Fanta, Dr. Pepper, Coke, Diet Coke, High C… A suicide.
By Rebecca on 02.04.2011
I want to disappear right now. I want to go to a place where no one knows me. No one will bother who or what I am. No one will find me, judge me, see me the same way the people who know me does. I will be someone new.
By yunisee on 02.04.2011
It was a cold winter morning when I got the phone call telling me my ex-husband had committed suicide. It hit me like a sack of bricks. Evan had never been known to have depression, but I guess people change. That much was obvious since he was my ex-husband and not my husband, something that was not my choice.
By Amanda URL on 02.04.2011
It was cold that night. Sarah didn’t even think about saying goodbye to Jason that night. She was still pissed about the night before, when he’d left without a word and ignored her calls. It didn’t seem that important; just like any other night she explained to the paramedic later. All that was left of him now was the note.
It’s all your fault.
By Monica on 02.04.2011
So amazing that this word comes up. I was hoping for “awkward” or “fake,” but suicide fits just as well to describe myself. Myself, the one who has committed social suicide, or at least feels like she has. One is never the same after such an act. I suppose it would be incomprehensible for one to be so.
By Imperfect.In.deed URL on 02.04.2011
what an ugly word, it looks out at me from the picture, fallen out of the binder and onto the floor, into a puddle of water. i hope it runs and bleeds, i hope i never see my face from then, ever.
By Lynn on 02.04.2011
By Kelsey on 02.04.2011
Suicide. Sleippery Black thoughts, oozing through the cracks in the wall. Suicide. So easy-a popped pill, a quick slash. Suicide. The end of it all. Suicide. Be brave. Once your gone, you can;t come back.
By Sophie URL on 02.04.2011
Suicide. Slippery black thoughts, oozing through the cracks in the wall. Suicide. So easy-a popped pill, a quick slash. Suicide. The end of it all. Suicide. Be brave. Once you’re gone, you can’t come back.
most people consider suicide as an option when they finhemselves depressed. but by doing that we are escaping…from what we fear. we must show courage and live the life god have gifted us…that is the tue spirit.lets look forward and live the life in happiness and joy.
By swathinath on 02.04.2011
i was falling down plumeting down and then splat i had hit the bottom but i hadn’t died not one scratch at all no i’m not a vampire i’m a ghost. i died long ago in a drunken fight and never made it to heaven. i tried and tried and now i’m just trying to kill myself again. i looked up to the top of CN tower, the place i had just jumped from.
By Ash on 02.04.2011
it was all about suicide, the only they thought about . It was insane, they could never let it go. They wished they had all gone with the others, in the call of duty. They are remembered as heroes, while they rot away with those awful memories.
By johanna on 02.04.2011
is sad ending your own life nothing is that bad sometiems used for dramatic effect liek i nthat movie abotu the lady boxer who becoems paraletic she l=kills herself my mom is paralyised and she’s still with us that’s nto a good messege for anyone whe nthings don’tr gho your way don’r end it
By lacey on 02.04.2011
death, i had just looked death in the face. i jumped and fell down but now i’m going up. up to a place where nothing bad can touch me again. up to a place whereall my troubles were gone.
i love nirvana
i spelled that wrong, is it true that if you commit suicide you dont go to heaven or hell
did my cuisine drown on purpose
why do so many people end their life
and seriously what the hec is up with suicide bombers.
By raul on 02.04.2011
Suicide. I’ve thought about suicide. I’ve thought about doing it numerous times. I just remember I have too much too live for and too many friends who’d be upset if I gave into my depression. They save me.
By Miranda URL on 02.04.2011
life end death lonely ness blood hanging here i am nothing just as i arrived all that i am dangles by the end of the rope… by the cut in the skin life end death. down flush body fall more of me less of who i am.. death end
By Cassie on 02.04.2011
he lived like he died, self made, self propelled, and meekly. he finished up early. he made the appropriate good bye calls, and bought his kit from target. noone really would miss him. most of his friends where going to do it later anyway. better he be first.
By kyle on 02.04.2011
Suicide can be pretty. It can be an artistic form in which you are the artist and your own body the paintbrush, the easel, the paint itself. You are the creator and your death your creation…or destruction, I suppose it depends on how you look at it. Really I can’t imagine someone who wouldn’t see the poetry in such a simple form of pure artistry.
By Amelia URL on 02.04.2011
“It may be considered harsh or perhaps even judgmental for me at this point as I stand here before you talking about a boy who in his last days forgot all that meant anything to him and took his life but really David was a but hole so don’t blame me I mean the guy had a perfect life and yet cried all the time about it.”
By Linder on 02.04.2011
Ah, this is one of those things I know – I’m not going to be able to read the other entries on this site. Because I hold this word, and all emotions associated with it, in an extreme disdain. Because what I personally know to be real I am still skeptical of.
By taiga tsubasa URL on 02.04.2011
She gazed at her wrist and flicked her head towards the tablets in her hand. To be or not to be? She laughed, she wasn’t even sure what those words meant. But they sounded right at that moment.
By Belinda URL on 02.04.2011
the ultimate pit.
immobile, irrational, despair.
By Sam on 02.04.2011
Suicide is something that I’ve considered. Something people I really care about have considered. I’m not emo or anything, I’ve just been over worked. I’m not depressed or anything, I just think about all the possibilities. I don’t think I’ll ever kill myself. I’m too angry at the world for trying to do me wrong.
By October on 02.04.2011
Something people do when ther eis no way out. Something I have thought about something that cuases great pain and sorrow. Once upon a time a pretty girl considered this option. She considered different ways, tried it, and decided to live instead. It was an easy choice all things considered,
It’s not a good idea. I try and talk people out of it as much as I can. It’s just not the best way to do things. Too dangerous and unhappy.
By Elizabeth on 02.04.2011
I had a best friend once called Casey, who said the people with the best lives were the ones who lived fast and died young. But in truth, I thought those people just felt so unbearably sad sometimes. Something most people couldn’t understand. And Casey was one of them.
By Claire URL on 02.04.2011
People who cant communicate their problems and feeling because they grew up in an environment where those things were not present.
By Shenanigans on 02.04.2011
i almost lost my sister to suicide.
i didn’t realize how close it had come untl it had already passed
i dont know what i’d be doing without her now. i always say that i hate her, but in truth, i love her more than anyone could realize, and i’d be dying. part of me would be dead without her here now.
By maple on 02.04.2011
The moonlight streaming through the window casts eerie shadows upon the walls. A figure silently leans against a wall, limp black hair hanging in strands around her face. Her eyes stare blankly at the wall in front of her, filled with a slight flicker of intense pain and rage. She clutches a small knife in her hands, but there are no cuts on her wrists. In the end, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it.
By SilentTears on 02.04.2011
The thought of suicide is scary. What could have hit the person so badly that she gave her the courage to jump off the building. Life is too beautiful to end it too shortly like this.
By Elaine on 02.04.2011
A simple seven letter word.
But so, so much more than that.
The easy way out when you find that life no longer has anything to offer you.
Because when you no longer have anything to live for, what’s the point in living?
i have never thought about attempting suicide. of course i have thought about what it would be like but i have never actually wanted to commit suicide. I sometimes wonder maybe that’s why I can’t identify with certain people. I grew up in a happy home with my family who were supportive of me and my life. I know that makes it harder to seem “deep” but I don’t think it changes the way I feel about suicide.
By Zoe on 02.04.2011
Suicide is something I have tried to do. I took a whole bottle of vicodin pills and laid down to die. My two older brothers found me after I was unconscious and rushed me to the hospital. I lived. Today I can’t exactly recall how I felt that day. But I never want to feel that way again.
By Lily on 02.04.2011
I want to commit suicide most days of my life. I hate it. I don’t want to feel like this, but I do. The only people that care are my boyfriend and my best friend. I hate my life. I hate everything about it. I Wish I didn’t feel this way. I don’t want to be sad anymore. I want to go back to being happy. I am so tired of everything being so damned hard. I hate this. Why can’t things just be easy like they used to be? God. This is so stupid. Why am I even writing this? Weird. Oh well. I don’t even know where I belong anymore. It isn’t California obviously. But it isn’t here either. It isn’t with this so called family. And it isn’t with those so called friends who all decided to stab me in the back. What the hell am I Supposed to do now? I dont know what I Want to do in my life anymore. :( Ugh. Why is this so damned complicated?
By Kristen on 02.04.2011
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