I low-key wanna attempt suicide just so i can get admitted to a hospital and people can actually know that im not okay and care for me a bit, im just tired of pretending to be okay all the time.
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I low-key wanna attempt suicide just so i can get admitted to a hospital and people can actually know that im not okay and care for me a bit, im just tired of pretending to be okay all the time.
Relapsing into self harm just feels so dark, lonely and isolating. There's just the constant reminder if what I did, the cuts stinging when I sit, walk, move. And I have no one to tell about it, just to to talk, get it off my chest. So I just do it again. Because it's all that's there for me; it's all that helps.
THOUGHT GAINED: INFERNAL ENGINES
PROBLEM
The world is ending. You know it, your neighbor knows it, the dealer knows it, the jailer knows it, the king and all his men know it. All one has to do is look around to see it— the future is curdling into something pale and incorporeal. The infernal machine that is this stupid world is going to blow, sooner rather than later. So what are you doing? Why are you still here? Why is anyone still here?
SOLUTION
You are doing the only thing worth doing. You are living. *Why,* you ask? Try and remember now. Remember your mother’s hand on your shoulder. Remember the taste of a fresh catch. Remember the times when you were kind to the dogs in the valley and they did not bare their teeth. Remember the weight of a child on your shoulders. Remember the stars throwing their light against the wall of sodium and smog. Remember singing until your throat was raw. Remember crying just as loudly and publicly, and the gentleness with which someone opened your curled fist and pressed a handkerchief into your palm. Crying, laughing, running, eating, screaming, haunting, loving, fighting, fighting, fighting. The fight fuels you, and you fuel the fight. You run yourself ragged just for a chance to keep running. You never stop. You cannot stop. The world depends on it. *You* are the infernal engine. You are the world. And, simply put: you want to live.
I feel so guilty for cutting sometimes since people have it worse
like people are dying from war and I’m here in my bedroom slitting my arm becuz of a minor inconvenience 😭😭
the last one is the best option
The moment you actually start thinking about suicide again after being okay is so painful
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Does anyone ever get scared by their thoughts of sh? Like I'll think i want to cut deeper or i want to cut more or i want more scars or i want to bleed so much i have to go to the hospital or why would anyone ever want to stop this habit it's great then i really logically think about it all and it scares me that i think like that yet i never make an effort to stop.
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tw/ mention of suicide & sh
i know ill try to kill myself again and i know i cant stop myself from it. lately no matter how good my day have been, i think about offing myself, and cutting. everyone thinks im clean, but im not. ive actually run out of space and today i cvt myself on my arm for the first time in like 5 years, and holy shit i dont think i can ever go back. i dont know how to describe the way i feel. because, like nothing bad happens to me, yet i still cant find happiness. but at the same time im not sad. i just feel kinda empty, and i dont know whats worse. i know ill off myself soon, and i wont do anything to stop myself from it, bc why would i? so my parents can have alive daughter? im tired of living just for others.
CONTENT WARNING! detailed talk about wounds, medical/anatomical terms, mention of diseases/infections, mention of self harm (obviously), etc
triggering yourself just to feel something >>>
my veins are so blue and i can see them so well !!
the desperation to take my blade and just trace them until they spill red ❤️
I've noticed that when i sh, it only happens when i get yelled at or talked behind my back about what i don't do enough or do what they (my family) want right. I'm around with such fake people that im suppose to feel love but feel on edge in my childhood home. Im starting to believe that i don't deserve to be happy or have a life because the amount of times i get talked down on but when i talk back im the person who is rude and a bitch. I'm so tired of this.....
i desperately want to cvt my wrists/arms but people would see immediately so im stuck with just my thighs
I am at this point in my life where every night, I'm too tired to sleep. And later in the morning, I'm crying because my brain can't function as it should.
I envy people who didn't experience this. Those who never experienced the moment when you feel like you're going to vomit and pass out from all the exhaustion, but you are so tired that you can't even calm down properly. So you're just laying down with this awareness that you're going to hate yourself in the morning, and right now, there is no way to fall asleep.
And in the morning, you're almost dying. Your head hurts, you're dizzy, and you can't even concrete enough to eat properly.
And for the rest of the day, you are walking like a zombie. Without a chance to rest because: "I have so much to do, I don't have time for this".
Even medication that should help me can't prevent this because I was too exhausted to take them, and now it's too late to get water.
I feel like I'm going to die tomorrow.