#suiside
I live for a life I don’t really like.
There is nothing in particular bad about it,
but I am.
I am not worthy of living.
I can’t see the beauty in it,
The colors are gray, my heart is empty.
I am willing to be.I am willing to work,
to play my part.
But deep down, I don’t feel the passion for lifeeveryone is talking about.
For me Everything just feels numb
I don’t want to die —at least I think so.
But living doesn’t seem right for me.
I don’t care about my existence.
I don’t care if I’ll be part of the next day.
I’m not planning on living past 20 anyway.
Everyone says I should look out for my future,
but grown-ups seem more interestedin what will happen to me
I could ever be.
I don’t see the importance of a long life.
Why live if I don’t feel like it?
When I’m mentally in pain every day.
Why work hard for a futureI’ll never be part of?
Why care for a body
i cut open at night?
Why take interest in what people sayif none of them will visit my grave?
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 3:46 PM UTC
The day before everything feels too much,
no one will know,
because you got good
at hiding how you feel.
You’ll laugh, you’ll talk,
you’ll say goodbye
to people who never knew
you were struggling inside.
But there’s a moment—
quiet, small—
where something in you hesitates,
where staying is still possible.
Because the truth is,
there are people who love you
more than you realize.
Your mom would hold you tighter,
your sister would still need you,
your story still matters
more than this one moment.
And maybe one day you’ll see it—
the light they talk about,
the one that’s been in you
all along.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 1:25 PM UTC
“Gone too soon.”
They say
“She died too young.”
They say
“Another young girl lost too soon.”
They said
Unaware that those words were the reason
Because the “she” there is talking about
Isn't she at all
He’s a boy
Yet no one cares
His mother called him
***
Though she always said she wanted a son
When the opportunity came
He was disgusting
and sick
“You're not a boy, you're just confused.”
His aunt said
“You're too young to know who you are.”
His cousin stayed
“Just..Stay a girl
It'll be easier on us all.”
His dad said
like it was a choice
not who he is
Though what he did, he's not proud of
He went to his parents' bathroom
Grabbing all the medication bottles he could
Before returning to his room
Looking at the door
Pill by pill
Bottle by bottle
He took the whole bottle once
Like an alcoholic with shots
Deciding if he could not live as a boy
If he had to live as a girl
Then he did not want to live at all
After he downed all the bottles
He waited
And then called the police
Long enough so they couldn't save him
But not too long
as he didn’t want his little sister to find him
No note
No last words
Or final goodbyes
Just death
July 8, 2023
11:42 pm
He died
alone
and unloved
Choken
on his own spit
The last pill he took
Hydroenorthiazide
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 11:21 AM UTC
💔
Why do people shout?
If no one will hear a sound..
Why do people fight?
When they don't have the right.
Why do they suiside?
While God is by their side.
Why do people steal?
While they live in fear
Why do people stare?
While they know its not theirs
Why would people share?
If love was never there
Nermine 💔
2006
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 5:09 PM UTC
I was going to **** myself today, but my boyfriend called and he wanted to talk till we fell asleep
I was going to **** myself the next day, but I told my mom I'd come visit and I did
Then the next day came and I was going to **** myself but I went to church and they told me it was a sin
That Monday came around and I was going to **** myself, but the boy I nanny said "tie my shoes ana" and we made a plan to teach him how to tie his own shoes
I was going to **** myself after he learned to tie his shoes, but then he needed help with reading, and then maths
I was going to **** myself today, but I just realized the excuses I make are the reasons I don't.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
Suiside upon instruction
Through institution
By relation to another
And being bared upon
By your own misfiring soul
A shaky exit ;
Lonely
Or lonely, with company
Approach The Pig Empty
With a mind and not a rattle
; a pressure of Taughts
in loving nothing
glove oblivion
a pardon from suffering ?
a finite mime
Signed - a guest
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
She shuts her eyes
To escape the world.
Such a hard life
For such a young girl.
She shuts her eyes
To escape it all.
Teetering on the edge
Ready to fall.
She shuts her eyes
One final time.
*"A young life wasted
Such a terrible crime."*
Read on the news headlines,
Because she wasted her life.
Right.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC