It’s hard to wake up and smell the roses when the roses are wilted and you never want to wake up.
I’m not afraid of dying anymore. I’m more afraid of living. I don’t see the point anymore. Was there ever one? Because if it was to just go through life feeling the way I do, they I don’t wanna be here.
People who commit suicide are just fallen angels that want to go home.
How did I go from that happy little 5 year old to this.
You tell me to try. I do. I resist the urge to die every day.
Suicide ends the pain you could never escape from.
Suicide is not about dying but to end the pain.
Don’t let a small bump in the road be the end of your journey.
People who commit suicide don’t want to end their lives they simply want to end the pain and go home.
When all of those that you know loves you no more, cares for you no more, and wants you no more, remember that you shall always be welcomed by death.
I thought that a nightmare can be only seen during sleep but I was wrong I was living in nightmare so I decided not to wake up ever again.
All I ever wanted was to be noticed, be talked to, have friends! Not be that one person that no one remembers was there. Suicide just seemed like the best way to slap them in the face and say “I’m here too!”.
When someone commits suicide, most of his acquaintances are afflicted with guilt in addition to grief.
– Boghos L. Artinian
As I tied the noose I thought about who would miss me? After coming up with no names I knew I was doing the right choice and it would hurt nobody.
Suicide is God’s inside joke.
I pray to God every night to take my life instead of someone who really wants to live. But I guess I am not good enough because I am still here. I guess I will have to answer my own prayer.
Sometimes, I wonder, is there a heaven? A hell?
I’ll find out. After all, my life is worthless.
We cut and kill flowers because we think they are beautiful. We cut and kill ourselves because we think we are not.
Suicide is a word that often has a negative connotation. People think it is a cowardly action and people are only asking for attention. The one thing they don’t realize is how this person was hurt so much that they felt the need to end their life.
People who are suicidal are angles that want to go back to heaven.
Suicide is just getting the pain and passing it on to someone else.
You are one of a kind but sometimes people don’t appreciate that and so your beauty and talent goes extinct unless you fight for yourself.
Life is short, why prevent the inevitable.
Suicide. It’s a despicable word to say. I’m tired of living thus lie of acting I’m fine when inside I feel like my heart is shattered, like my brain is judging me contently, like everything I do goes to sh*t. I tried telling my friends how I felt but they just laughed and told me I finally realized that I’m worthless and useless. I cut my arms to try to block out the emotional pain with physical pain but it doesn’t help. I tried everything. I tried talking to adults and they sent me to a mental hospital to help to but it only made it worse.
The only thing that’s keeping me alive is my little sister. I can’t leave her with my unstable (drunk) mother. I’m only living for her, I promised her I’ll protect her and be their for her. But who’s going to be there for me? Who’s going to hold my hand and tell me they love me? Who’s going to see behind my smile and hug me and say I’m not fine? I need help. But I don’t know who to turn to.
Life started it.
A suicide note:
If you haven’t noticed the scars on my wrists, or the fake smile on my lips, or the forced laugh that I’ve adopted, or the way I don’t care about the things I used to love, then don’t you dare stand at my grave and cry. How can you cry for someone you don’t even know?
She is lonely
She is tired
She is unhappy
She is crying
She is upset
She is suicidal
She is me
It was not the moment that I decided to commit suicide that terrified me the most. It was the moment when I accepted it; no, embraced it. In that moment, I realized how much I despised living a life I had once loved; and that, that is the saddest thing of all.
Suicide is the moment in which the anticipated pain of loss from loved ones and others is outweighed by one’s own personal grief.
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