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#painless
I can no longer pretend, Regardless, I'm flexible on when As long as it's painless ©2025
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Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
~•§•~ A Single Request ~•§•~
the urge to somehow **** myself painlessly and allow myself to walk around aimlessly is starting to creep up and up as shampoo dripped down from my hair and i say to myself when...?
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Aug 25, 2024
Aug 25, 2024 at 7:43 AM UTC
urges
I just wish people could understand about my wellbeing without I had to tell it to them. Because sometimes a little part of me wanted me to hurt myself so that the pain that hurting my mind and soul, could just go away and replace by the pain from the blood that was dripping all over my hand. Its better that way. Rather to be in pain silently and slowly falling apart.
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 10:39 AM UTC
To be in pain rather painless
brrEXIT by Michael R. Burch what would u give to simply not exist— for a painless exit? he asked himself, uncertain. then from behind the hospital room curtain a patient screamed— "my life!" Originally published by Setu. Keywords/Tags: brexit, death, exit, suicide, euthanasia, quick, painless, hospital, patient, hospice, final, curtain, existence, nonexistence
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 11:53 PM UTC
brrEXIT
School It lies to us Car accident caused death No, a bullet did people! HE was fresh in life Only 15 That women at least is arrested for taking his life with a bullet when he was fresh with life only 15 I don't know intentions behind the worst ending when a boy was fresh with life only 15 Hopefully I see him above when my time has come when he was fresh with life only 15 I miss him that boy was encouraging fresh in life and only 15
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
School
Numb like clay, my hand brushes over the surface, nothing to feel, nothing to say. Numb like the tears that fell that day.
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 6:33 AM UTC
Numb
Stuck in my ways as it has become a habit she yearns for my attention and has not grasped it My intentions were not to lead her down this ravine Yet, my heart is not ready to give in from the routine As I could not consciously lead you astray My first mechanism is to push you away “It will not be long” oh great, now I sound cliché... That THIS, will just be another severance left to decay. {RP}
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Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 4:49 AM UTC
Left To Decay
I don't think they know.. How much it hurts to be me. To haul the cross of others sins. To be weighed down by the strain of others emotions. I would rather drown just to keep them breathing. Feeling like I am sacrificing my own self, for the painlessness of others. Never expecting recognition or gratitude, Or anything else in return. Maybe just some acknowledgement, that I'm hurting too. (maybe even more than you)
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
at the hands of Others
Death I can tell you have always wonder what it would feel like to die. Would it be painless, will you remember the ones you loved, or will you see how they talked about you when you were not around? Will they even notice your gone or will they be over it in a day only talking about you to have others feel bad? Will the people who hated you the most talk bad about you like always or will they pretend that you were their best friend?
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Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC
Death?
*Growing older without you.. I'm starting to loose what the feeling of love is like. I've grown colder to people, and I'm lossing sight of what loving you has been like, and without that I've got nothing. Long ago falling in love with you was a feeling that kept me going, now after all these years I feel like not even you could bring me back, to find my way to love again. I've just run cold now.*
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
Tap water cold.
Your hands around my waist, heart synchronised to mine Captivated Your fingers run through my hair, radiating sunbeams of smiles Rapturous You watch sunbeams dance in my curls, body still as a winter's day Enthralled You stare straight into my eyes, your soul connects - to mine Serene I turn my callous back, then turn my face to you Nothing
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
Untitled
I once heard that suicide was painless, especially if you use the steel that is stainless. But when you go, you're bound to die nameless, and everyone is helpless but no one is blameless. I once heard you could determine your life with a game of MASH, from who you would marry and if they'd have cash. The future was written out but the ink gave me a rash, and the destination was plotted to come to a crash. Now through early morning fog I see, every regret and every memory, grasping a hopeful visionary, that in this life we can be free. I once heard that suicide was painless, and with tragedy you can become famous, but the outcome is always quite heinous, and we all have pride but the release is shameless. Now through early morning fog I see, the line between truth and reality, and with every wish and every plea, I beg the world to just let it be. Yes suicide is painless, it's a route of living chainless, but it only leaves destruction in it's wake. Yes suicide is painless, it's skies are always rainless, but the rays of sunshine are extremely fake. Yes suicide is painless, It's outcome is very gainless, the only thing that's gifted is heartbreak.
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Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
Suicide is Painless
As I tread this path with prickles & thorns, With fluttering butterflies in my gut, With blurry visions of vague horizons, Failed to notice, I was stuck in a rut. I reached a small pond that mirrored my face, I see roses, patches of red petals. I was enamored with it as I trace, The roses that formed a maze to my pulse. It was blood, I was dying painlessly. These thorns were shrapnel from a hand grenade, The feeling of butterflies was numbness, My blurred vision was from a ruptured vein, I fell flat, dying, laying on the grass, Please, my love, end me with a coup de grâce.
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Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
"Coup de Grâce"
No more Rain Or destructive Fire Such from Life Comes a Retirement No more Hate Or piercing Wounds When Spirit Moves Beyond the Moons There is only Love An Eternal Bliss Sheltered From The Wind In Peace to Exist. DLR 01/10/2016 Abri du vent Pas plus de pluie Ou Feu destructeur Une telle vie de Vient un retraite Pas plus de haine   Piercing Wounds Lorsque Spirit Moves Au-delà des Moons Il n'y a que l'amour Un Bliss Eternal Abri du vent Dans la paix d'exister. DLR 01/10/2016
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
Sheltered From The Wind
Death is never painless nor serene for every soul. Someone will always fall short in the game of the dead. Either the man taking the last breath or a man who has many left. We never know anything other than the certainty; what is dead will forever remain.
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
What is dead will forever remain
Losing your sense... Of         purpose   Is ..       . Painfully painless Why is ..     .... . that so? A contradictory  statement. Because... To lose someone or something    dear to you                                   is painful And to lose hope or devotion to something or someone Is Also Painful And yet...                                 .     .             ... And yet With the meldin..g Of these two heart pieces Pain becomes painless, And even so, Painlessness is a state That a purposeless person Never achieves.
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 6:58 AM UTC
Purpose
I am a trained assassin One you can't see I bring forth happiness So you can feel pain free I am a trained assassin One you shouldn't fear I slay the monsters in the night So you won't shed a tear I am a trained assassin One you know well I love you dear, oh so much It's for you, my heart swells
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
I am a trained assassin
*I live with a pain greater than love can bare, But I look around and it seems nobody cares. I live without sustenance of some proper lot, But I have nothing more to need For painlessness is not. Life is cruel some say but others have never seen another way. Life is pain some think, but really it's pleasure mixed with ink. I have seen myself only once in pain so great I couldn't live, I have a wish I could have sometimes known What some just cannot give.* I hope I understand, Nicole.
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC
Pleasure Mixed With Ink
French inhaling cigs, Chasing the burn With mixed drinks, The nights oh so cold. Who would've known, That I'd find myself alone, This night is **** And I can't believe, That I'd drown my dreams. Nothing is as it seems, Staring at the bottle I'm just tryna find relief. Chain smoking cigs, Cause my lack of **** Numbing the pain Just so I won't see - .....what's down memory lane
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
In Search for Numb
I wait Every endless day for the time to come In which I can take A lovely handful To take the pain away To a dull nagging Instead of That searing scream I know so well.
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
Untitled