#988
i still remember the first time i texted
988
i was in the 6th grade
crying
holding a Swiss army knife
bleeding
from my shoulders and wrists
and heart
it was 2 in the morning
i was in my room
they gave me a list of reasons of why i shouldn't
it didn't stop me from trying
one week later
i texted again
same story
then the next week
then the next
they started to recognize my number
they remembered my name
every time
i haven't texted them in a while
i wonder if they miss me
i wonder if they're happy i haven't
i kind of miss them
Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 10:53 AM UTC
The pain becomes overwhelming in my mind
Put the blade to my skin
Wrap the cord around my neck
Take 23 of those pills because I only have 23
It wouldnt stop last night
988 wanted to make a safety plan with me
I have done those before, but I just never finished one
Are you safe?
Anything near you that can cause you harm?
Can you put those things away?
Can you block the sight of those pills?
I just wanted it to go away
It never did
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 10:31 AM UTC
There is, I think, a profound grief in choosing life over death.
Referencing after, of course:
when the bottle drops,
when the barrel falls, and the pills scatter.
The storm languishes, then;
replete of rain,
far from hollow;
a restless stomach, unsatisfied despite fulfillment.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
988 has no people to answer and sympathize with the people hurting and feeling like burdens, it answers with electronic advice and police at your door to take away your vice and scare you more. The hotline is ruined by people who don't care, the saving someone incredibly rare, I know cause I've tried it, I'm one of the few, I'm glad I survived it, I just wish I knew, why is the hotline, for human suicide, run by robots, who feel nothing and lie?
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
They always ask
"Are you okay"
The voices are screaming
you put on
a fake face
a pretty smile
and tell a lie
saying "I'm fine."
They smile and
start to leave
you want to
scream out
"Don't leave me!"
But it's too late
They are gone
voices won't stop
your all alone
you tell yourself
pick up the phone
dial the number
but you can't move
it feels like you
are choking on air
the lights start to dim
you notice the knife
in your hand
you start to wonder
when the voices took over
your mind drifting
to the darkness
where death is waiting
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC