#killyourself
I want people to know I'm suicidal.
I don't want to talk about it. I don't want people to tell me it gets better or to get over it.
I just want people to know because maybe taking that weight off my chest will finally allow me to breathe a little. Maybe people will be kinder.
I want people to know I'm suicidal because I want to be honest.
I want people to know that when I wake up tomorrow, I barely survived yesterday.
I want everyone to know that I want to **** myself because when I finally do, I don't want people to think that I was happy, that I had a good life.
I want people to see the deep ugly **** I push down each day, the thoughts that literally eat me alive and push me to the edge.
I want people to know that when I'm in the bathtub I hold myself under until all my air runs out.
I want people to know when I'm opening cardboard boxes at work with the box cutter I think about sliding it down my wrists.
I want people to know when I get in my car and the road goes two ways or into the lake I want to choose the lake.
I want people to know when I go to sleep at night I resist the urge to down all the pills in my house.
I want people to know that I want to break my mirrors and slit my throat with the shards.
I want people to know I'm suicidal.
And it's ******* killing me.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
Nobody can hate me more than I hate myself so say what you have to say. Just understand this, if you tell a fat girl she's fat and she already knows, why tell her again and make her feel worse? If you tell a suicidal girl to **** herself, she just might. Words trigger actions, and words are beautiful. So don't use them to hurt people.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 2:06 PM UTC
this world is doomed and we're all going with it.
you're on a giant rock hurtling through space.
you live in constant fear of death, yet that's the only thing you can be sure about.
you have a job you don't want so you can buy things you don't need,
to impress and satisfy people you don't like.
this world is doomed and we're all going with it.
why? no reason. its a joke. and your death is the punchline.
you've been put here to fail.
the meaning of life is its fragility.
that it can all be ripped away so fast.
its funny, isn't it?
hahaha
so what? now you've got nothing to live for?
wrong.
now you're free.
no fear of failure.
no fear of death.
no fear.
free.
the world is your chaotic, lawless playground.
no rules.
no leaders.
no consequences.
you're afraid of living because you're afraid of dying.
you fear the inevitable.
stop being a ******* coward, stop being afraid.
there are no concequences.
this world is doomed and we're all going with it.
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 12:55 AM UTC
**** yourself…
Is what they say
To the hopeless girl
With the scars scattered across her skin
And tears going down her cheeks
**** yourself…
Is what they say
To the frightened boy
With glasses pushed upon his nose
And school books just ready to learn
**** yourself…
Is what they say
To the independent girl
With a very unique flow and attitude
And male clothing covering from head to toe
**** yourself…
Is what they say
To the insecure boy
With his lips all glossed up with lip-gloss
And his hand clutched tightly between another boys’
**** yourself…
Is what they say
To the outcasts
The Self-harmers,
As if they aren’t already considering it!
To the Nerds,
As if they aren’t already being made fun of!
To the Transgenders,
As if they aren’t already been judged enough!
To the Homosexuals,
As if they haven’t heard it once before!
**** yourself…
Is what they say
To the Gays
The Straights
The Geeks,
And the Weirdoes
**** yourself…
Is what they say
To the ones who are misunderstood
And who are scared to even express themselves…
ALL BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU!
By Zyanneh Frazier
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
You should probably know
You look dumb as ****
With that foreign blonde on your arm
It's awkward, it shows
But you parade her around
Like she's your ******* lucky charm
I remember when I was there
Don't you?
I remember when you really cared
Don't you?
I remember when you were real
Don't you?
I remember the way I made you feel
Don't you?
You probably forgot all about that
Didn't you?
Forgot everything we ever been through
Didn't you?
Moved on from your old life, got a new one
Didn't you?
You saw her and thought she was prettier
Didn't you?
You wanted her more than you wanted me
Didn't you?
But when she lets you down
And when she leaves to go home
When she finds someone better
And when she moves the **** on
Who the hell are you gonna love?
Probably some little ****** ****
That's all you could pull now anyways
And honestly, way deep deep down
I miss you, I want you, I need you around
But, reality check baby,
I hate you and dream of your death on the daily
You make me ******* sick
So I'm done, now I'm through with this ****
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC