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I'd like for you to stop romanticizing death.

For suicide to be considered the last option.

Because it's a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

And I can assure you, you will survive.

I've witnessed one person lose their life, blood streaming to the floor with terrified eyes.

I had another attempt to take her life just last week, swallowing pills like they were candy, until their scream of "betrayl" meant nothing.

My best friend struggles everyday, do fight the urge to paint her wrist, the razor her utensil.

So please stop romanticing these things.
Stop saying "It's not selfish" or "They just don't understand".

Because we do, you just won't let us help.
Nope Aug 2014
I ****** up the nerve endings in my wrist so now every once in a while it feels like my arm is ripping apart, but somehow I still think that it's you trying to touch me.
Sie Aug 2014
i think to myself death take me
take me away from this ugly world
all i get is silence
i flick open my pocketknife
the cold sharp blade is a relief
death please
i start to cut my skin
death take my soul
blood starts to drip deep red
death take my heart
press deeper with the blade
death take my life
with a clink of metal on the tiled floor
the ****** knife came to rest
death
departing from this world i thanked death
and said goodbye to everyone
death why are you so simply complicated?
Ruthie Jul 2014
Two years ago the shower was a refuge.
A place away from my thoughts.
It was relaxing.

But it's become a hell.
The scalding water burns out my cries
And the blades sit neatly on the edge.

Crying in the shower is easy.
Probably because I can't feel exactly how much of my heart is breaking.

I can't feel how much salted sadness is falling from my eyes.
But I feel it in my heart.

I feel heavy.
My knees go weak and I must scramble to the floor.

There I curl up into my scarred body and make marks with razors where your hands used to be.

What the hell have you done?
I had a meltdown in the shower this morning for the first time in a long while.....
CE Jun 2014
My clothes are stained

My mind is a mess

I'm not good at breathing

My head hurts

And so does my chest

I can't do this anymore

I don't know what I'll do now

But it'll happen

Soon
Victoria Jun 2014
i haven't let
a blade
dance upon my wrist
in months

but now it aches
and it feels like
i'm coming home

sleeping with self destruction
Sie May 2014
can you hear that screaming? its the screaming of a girl who tried to drown her demons, without knowing they could swim. its the screaming of a girl in a crowded room, but nobody can hear her cry for help. its the screaming of a girl who wanted to be pretty so she didnt eat.its the screaming of a girl who's friends didnt notice when her eyes no longer sparkled with life.its the screaming of a girl who could no longer be her mommy's perfect girl or daddy's little angel. its the screaming of a girl who had the cruel words spoken to her carved on her arms and legs. its the screaming that has been silenced with a slash on each wrist and a bottle of pills, and six feet of cold dark dirt.
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