how appropriate
the one thought you can’t escape
a joke, a news story, an episode of csi
it’s always there, beneath the surface
the thing we’re afraid of
the thing we’re fascinated with
so easy to die
so hard to kill
death comes softly
Is probably the most tragic way to die. Sure, I understand that some terminally ill patients are really in great pain but nothing is more depressing in my eyes.
What is suicide? An escape from this thing we call life? A little slice of Angel Food Cake? I don’t understand the reason. All the pain someone gets in and why. It never makes any sense to anyone. Why would you want to hurt more? Or less?
Draco Malfoy raced up the steps to the Astronomy Tower, his Dark Mark pulsating and throbbing as the Dark Lord was very furious at him. He reached the landing, all the while clawing at that wretched dark mark. He stared out in the night sky, contem
Live life as you should, because it’s the most precious possession of every single person on Earth. Why go for the unfamiliarity of death when you have life which you’re so familiar with?
awww thats sad. any one who thinks bout this word needs help. i feel bad for anyone who has to go through things like this. so depressing for someone. :'( tear.tear.
It is a topic that is thought of as serious in the media, but in everyday life, or at least teenagers, think of it as a cry for attention. It is a cry for help, and we need to help those who think about it, or attempt doing it.
I hate it. It takes away important people. I want everyone to live a happy life. Stupid stupid stupid. I once wanted to do it but I”m so glad I didn’t. I really want to help my friends. Especially her.
I Was there that night. I was there God damn it! He was fine. He was his normal self, talking to us, playing around with his games and dogs. But the next morning I got a phone call from his brother that my best friend had shot himself after we had left. Why didn’t I see it? Why did he feel like he had too? Does he know I think is a selfish bastard to do so? Does je know I gave birth to our son seven months after his death. That this child shares parts of his soul with mine and he will never know this. How dare he take his light away from me and our son. Didn’t he know life would get better. Didn’t he know I loved him. Didn’t he know he was perfect. Or I m I not good enough to live for. Or our son isn’t he perfect enough to fight for? All these fucking questions and no answers.
I hope i never get to this point. I hope nobody i Love and care about gets to this point. I hope if they do i can help them before its too late. I know thats what I would want if that ever happend to me. Which it wont because I could never do that, Its too scary to even think about. I hope everybody i know and myself leads a pretty happy life becasue its scary to think we only have one. I hope nobody ever commits this.
It’s for people who do not want to actually die but fail at using their cries for help. No one “actually” wants to end their life, they want people to care about them by showing them to save their life. A person that talks about suicide wants you to tell them not to do it.
She remembers the way everything felt before. The way a cup of coffee to go could make her usual morning routine so much better, or the way her heart fluttered every time heard the opening strains of her favorite song, or the way every thought she had wasn’t completely overshadowed by the monster that had taken hold of her.
I’ve always been afraid of it. It’s crossed my mind, but i’ve known that i’ll never do it for fear of leaving all of my loved ones behind. it’s selfish, really. don’t take away my relationship with you because you hate yourself. you’re better than that.
He looked down then stared up at me through his lashes.
“If she doesn’t pay more attention to me… I don’t know how I… how I can make it…”
I sighed, impatient. “K, listen, you need to get over this. It just… isn’t going to happen.”
the coward’s way out. we become nothing when we die, so why not just try? life is always better than nothingness. when you have nothing to live for, that’s your chance to become the person you want to be. nothing holds you back anymore. don’t give up.
This crushing sort of feeling came over me when I heard. Like it was me who’d died and not her. I had no idea she was so bad….. I never could have imagined. I thought she knew we loved her. So many people loved her, but she left. Like we were nothing to her, she left.
Suicide is probably the most awful thing that I’ve ever heard of. I mean it’s so sad to think that there are people that are so lost that they cannot find help. The only way that they see is to end their life. But they don’t see that once they move beyond that one roadblock, life is better.
We talked about suicide in my creative writing class the other day. Someone argued with me – he said people randomly go out and kill themselves. I wanted to shove something up his nose and out his eye socket. You can’t talk about suicide like that because you never know who is in your class – there could be some like me. Someone with history.
selfish people think it’s a good idea… I’ve thought about it, but I think it’d break someone’s heart… I’m scared my mom will do it… is it really just a hereditary chemical imbalance? I mean, can’t we all just realize we have a purpose?
I think that sometimes people commit suicide unfairly. Perhaps they have someone in their life who will miss them. Maybe it’s someone who depends on them more than they know. Also, let’s not forget that life can change in an instant. Who knows what tomorrow holds.
okay so suicide is like the scariest thing in the whole wide world. I don’t even understand why people commit suicide i think only cowards do. ITS TERRIBLE. I mean so many people are effected by one person’s immaturity and incapability to live life and they just can’t face their problems. People with cancer fight for life while those who commit suicide just throw away what has been given to them.
I think its a cowards way out of life. Have thought about it, entertained the idea and fantasized about it during my darkest hours….hasnt anyone though? Its as human as birth, death, love, marriage.
hmm no thanks i am washing my hair. Anyway it is far more likely that i will be murdered as most people hate me, maybe thats a reason enough to comite suicide. Do you think that everyone thinks about jumping in front of the train at the station on the way home from work, or is that just me?
Suicide is something so heartbreaking, and at the same time so selfish. I’ve been there. I know how hard it is and how easy it seems to take that step, but you can’t leave your family, your friends, the ones who love you and can’t imagine a life without you. Things may be hard now, but hold on and eventually the light will see you through. You friends will be your rock.
suicide runs through the mind of every teen every child every successful business man and every stay at home mother there is no escaping the thoughts they prey on the weak but not one mind weak or strong is safe.
My head nods and I fall. My thoughts slip and drown in darkness, and my head is tripping, slipping, dipping beneath everything, into nowhere, nothing, freedom. It is quiet, blinding, peaceful. I hear a sharp sound, and wake. My teacher is calling my name, and I am sitting in a row of desks and desks. I nod my head and smile, but do not surface. I am still swimming in a land of bubbly memories and muffled dreams. Subconscious, softly sleeping, like those all around me. Barely there. Victims of mental suicide.
it’s sad and depressing. no one should have to be at the point where they wanna kill themselves. I been there and it’s not very fun at all. So many unnecessarily lost lives fall victim to this tragedy :(
I’ve thought about you once before.
Or I’d like to say.
But the truth is I’ve thought about you more than I’d care to admit to you.
Or me.
Or anyone.
In the darkness of the closet
or the streaming sunlight through my window.
Glass warps the view
Or eyes marred by tears.
Why bother living when all you can think about is death?
my cousin comitted suicide a few years ago. devistated the family. it wasn’t a good thing. I’ve thought about doing it before but i am too afraid of pain to actually do something about it. And that’s that.
this wasn’t how she’d imagined herself dying.
she’d grow old, surrounded by her grandchildren, the only one in the room with a smile because she knew it was time and she knew it was meant to be and she knew she’d be going to a better place.
how did this happen? when did it get so bad that she needed to do this?
Suicide is trash, brainless trash. To think that there are dying children in Africa who would die for a better life, and you would waste yours? Its completely selfish. Your life is not as bad as you think it is… relax… put things into perspective.
Suicide is lonely and cold, dark, broken souls with no hope or a glimpse for a brighter tomorrow. It’s not the people who are weak, nor the people who are strong that commit suicide, but the lonely and those who are lost. Lost and afraid, afraid of death, but more afraid of the pain of life. Something pushed them that far, and unfortunately no one brought them back.
I’ve been there, in the depths of self-loathing. But I was too much of a coward to actually do it. Or perhaps too much of an optimist. I had hope for the future. And now, years down the road with my future here, I find life so joyous that I’m glad I was a coward then. All those pills that I collected, all those thoughts of jumping…. I overcame it all.
This word took my breath away for a moment because I am living with depression. It’s a thought that has entered and exited my mind. I have had friends die from it. The pain that someone is going through in order to make that decision is unimaginable. So, please, do not be judgmental.
she killed herself mainly because..
well who knows? she just did. maybe stress. maybe she couldn’t take it anymore.
that’s no excuse.
none of us can take it anymore.
we’d like nothing for than to dive, dive into endless sleep.
It wasn’t my fault. It couldn’t have been. Was it my words? My face? The one he remarked about, how the eyes were made by an artist. Had I, in fact, convinced him to give himself away?
suicide can be prevented
when you think your ready to give in
seek help
confide in someone you trust
go to a councilor
it helps
believe me,
you are worthy!
you shine and are wonderful!
suicide can be prevented
how appropriate
the one thought you can’t escape
a joke, a news story, an episode of csi
it’s always there, beneath the surface
the thing we’re afraid of
the thing we’re fascinated with
so easy to die
so hard to kill
death comes softly
Is probably the most tragic way to die. Sure, I understand that some terminally ill patients are really in great pain but nothing is more depressing in my eyes.
What is suicide? An escape from this thing we call life? A little slice of Angel Food Cake? I don’t understand the reason. All the pain someone gets in and why. It never makes any sense to anyone. Why would you want to hurt more? Or less?
Draco Malfoy raced up the steps to the Astronomy Tower, his Dark Mark pulsating and throbbing as the Dark Lord was very furious at him. He reached the landing, all the while clawing at that wretched dark mark. He stared out in the night sky, contem
Live life as you should, because it’s the most precious possession of every single person on Earth. Why go for the unfamiliarity of death when you have life which you’re so familiar with?
is probably the most tragic way to die.
awww thats sad. any one who thinks bout this word needs help. i feel bad for anyone who has to go through things like this. so depressing for someone. :'( tear.tear.
It is a topic that is thought of as serious in the media, but in everyday life, or at least teenagers, think of it as a cry for attention. It is a cry for help, and we need to help those who think about it, or attempt doing it.
I hate it. It takes away important people. I want everyone to live a happy life. Stupid stupid stupid. I once wanted to do it but I”m so glad I didn’t. I really want to help my friends. Especially her.
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I Was there that night. I was there God damn it! He was fine. He was his normal self, talking to us, playing around with his games and dogs. But the next morning I got a phone call from his brother that my best friend had shot himself after we had left. Why didn’t I see it? Why did he feel like he had too? Does he know I think is a selfish bastard to do so? Does je know I gave birth to our son seven months after his death. That this child shares parts of his soul with mine and he will never know this. How dare he take his light away from me and our son. Didn’t he know life would get better. Didn’t he know I loved him. Didn’t he know he was perfect. Or I m I not good enough to live for. Or our son isn’t he perfect enough to fight for? All these fucking questions and no answers.
Suicide is cheating, But people cheat everyday. I choose not to.
I hope i never get to this point. I hope nobody i Love and care about gets to this point. I hope if they do i can help them before its too late. I know thats what I would want if that ever happend to me. Which it wont because I could never do that, Its too scary to even think about. I hope everybody i know and myself leads a pretty happy life becasue its scary to think we only have one. I hope nobody ever commits this.
It’s for people who do not want to actually die but fail at using their cries for help. No one “actually” wants to end their life, they want people to care about them by showing them to save their life. A person that talks about suicide wants you to tell them not to do it.
She remembers the way everything felt before. The way a cup of coffee to go could make her usual morning routine so much better, or the way her heart fluttered every time heard the opening strains of her favorite song, or the way every thought she had wasn’t completely overshadowed by the monster that had taken hold of her.
I’ve always been afraid of it. It’s crossed my mind, but i’ve known that i’ll never do it for fear of leaving all of my loved ones behind. it’s selfish, really. don’t take away my relationship with you because you hate yourself. you’re better than that.
He looked down then stared up at me through his lashes.
“If she doesn’t pay more attention to me… I don’t know how I… how I can make it…”
I sighed, impatient. “K, listen, you need to get over this. It just… isn’t going to happen.”
death. bad, why take your own life? Is your life really that bad> Is it worth it> What happens when you;re gone? who is it going to hurt?
But what are the problems in your life that are causing this to come up? whats going on
the coward’s way out. we become nothing when we die, so why not just try? life is always better than nothingness. when you have nothing to live for, that’s your chance to become the person you want to be. nothing holds you back anymore. don’t give up.
This crushing sort of feeling came over me when I heard. Like it was me who’d died and not her. I had no idea she was so bad….. I never could have imagined. I thought she knew we loved her. So many people loved her, but she left. Like we were nothing to her, she left.
Suicide is probably the most awful thing that I’ve ever heard of. I mean it’s so sad to think that there are people that are so lost that they cannot find help. The only way that they see is to end their life. But they don’t see that once they move beyond that one roadblock, life is better.
We talked about suicide in my creative writing class the other day. Someone argued with me – he said people randomly go out and kill themselves. I wanted to shove something up his nose and out his eye socket. You can’t talk about suicide like that because you never know who is in your class – there could be some like me. Someone with history.
selfish people think it’s a good idea… I’ve thought about it, but I think it’d break someone’s heart… I’m scared my mom will do it… is it really just a hereditary chemical imbalance? I mean, can’t we all just realize we have a purpose?
I think that sometimes people commit suicide unfairly. Perhaps they have someone in their life who will miss them. Maybe it’s someone who depends on them more than they know. Also, let’s not forget that life can change in an instant. Who knows what tomorrow holds.
okay so suicide is like the scariest thing in the whole wide world. I don’t even understand why people commit suicide i think only cowards do. ITS TERRIBLE. I mean so many people are effected by one person’s immaturity and incapability to live life and they just can’t face their problems. People with cancer fight for life while those who commit suicide just throw away what has been given to them.
I think its a cowards way out of life. Have thought about it, entertained the idea and fantasized about it during my darkest hours….hasnt anyone though? Its as human as birth, death, love, marriage.
hmm no thanks i am washing my hair. Anyway it is far more likely that i will be murdered as most people hate me, maybe thats a reason enough to comite suicide. Do you think that everyone thinks about jumping in front of the train at the station on the way home from work, or is that just me?
Suicide is something so heartbreaking, and at the same time so selfish. I’ve been there. I know how hard it is and how easy it seems to take that step, but you can’t leave your family, your friends, the ones who love you and can’t imagine a life without you. Things may be hard now, but hold on and eventually the light will see you through. You friends will be your rock.
suicide runs through the mind of every teen every child every successful business man and every stay at home mother there is no escaping the thoughts they prey on the weak but not one mind weak or strong is safe.
My head nods and I fall. My thoughts slip and drown in darkness, and my head is tripping, slipping, dipping beneath everything, into nowhere, nothing, freedom. It is quiet, blinding, peaceful. I hear a sharp sound, and wake. My teacher is calling my name, and I am sitting in a row of desks and desks. I nod my head and smile, but do not surface. I am still swimming in a land of bubbly memories and muffled dreams. Subconscious, softly sleeping, like those all around me. Barely there. Victims of mental suicide.
it’s sad and depressing. no one should have to be at the point where they wanna kill themselves. I been there and it’s not very fun at all. So many unnecessarily lost lives fall victim to this tragedy :(
I’ve thought about you once before.
Or I’d like to say.
But the truth is I’ve thought about you more than I’d care to admit to you.
Or me.
Or anyone.
In the darkness of the closet
or the streaming sunlight through my window.
Glass warps the view
Or eyes marred by tears.
Why bother living when all you can think about is death?
my cousin comitted suicide a few years ago. devistated the family. it wasn’t a good thing. I’ve thought about doing it before but i am too afraid of pain to actually do something about it. And that’s that.
this wasn’t how she’d imagined herself dying.
she’d grow old, surrounded by her grandchildren, the only one in the room with a smile because she knew it was time and she knew it was meant to be and she knew she’d be going to a better place.
how did this happen? when did it get so bad that she needed to do this?
Suicide is trash, brainless trash. To think that there are dying children in Africa who would die for a better life, and you would waste yours? Its completely selfish. Your life is not as bad as you think it is… relax… put things into perspective.
Suicide is lonely and cold, dark, broken souls with no hope or a glimpse for a brighter tomorrow. It’s not the people who are weak, nor the people who are strong that commit suicide, but the lonely and those who are lost. Lost and afraid, afraid of death, but more afraid of the pain of life. Something pushed them that far, and unfortunately no one brought them back.
I’ve been there, in the depths of self-loathing. But I was too much of a coward to actually do it. Or perhaps too much of an optimist. I had hope for the future. And now, years down the road with my future here, I find life so joyous that I’m glad I was a coward then. All those pills that I collected, all those thoughts of jumping…. I overcame it all.
This word took my breath away for a moment because I am living with depression. It’s a thought that has entered and exited my mind. I have had friends die from it. The pain that someone is going through in order to make that decision is unimaginable. So, please, do not be judgmental.
she killed herself mainly because..
well who knows? she just did. maybe stress. maybe she couldn’t take it anymore.
that’s no excuse.
none of us can take it anymore.
we’d like nothing for than to dive, dive into endless sleep.
It wasn’t my fault. It couldn’t have been. Was it my words? My face? The one he remarked about, how the eyes were made by an artist. Had I, in fact, convinced him to give himself away?