Please like this if you’ve ever attempted suicide. I’m tryna see something.
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Please like this if you’ve ever attempted suicide. I’m tryna see something.
i cannot hate myself into a version of me i will love.
i cannot punish myself in any way that will unmake the past.
This is brilliant!!!!!!
I’m tired of surviving. I want a life worth living.
People only miss me when they’re all alone. I don’t want anyone to remember me when they’re lonely. Remember me when you’re in a room full of people and I’m not there. Remember me when you hear a song by my favorite artist. Remember me when the sunset is pretty and you wish I was there to see it with you. Remember me when you’re phone’s blowing up and it’s not a text from me. I want to be remembered but I’m not fucking memorable.
-why don’t you remember me?/ spilled ink/ only 9 pm
Pain in my heart is the only way I know I’m still alive.
I’d like to think that if we never spoke again you wouldn’t miss me.
Myself and suicidal thoughts go together like bread and butter
My mind’s made up and I’m too stubborn to change. Maybe death will fix me.
I never knew growing up would be so lonely.
I’m sorry I couldn’t stay any longer.
I seem like an attention seeker by the way I talk about killing myself but never go through with it.
give me a reason to stay around a little longer because I can’t hold on anymore.
someone please take my breath away I’m begging you
The monsters are supposed to be under my bed not inside my head.
When I die please don’t come to my grave and sit there for hours and tell me you love me and miss me because those are the things I wanted to hear when I was alive.
don't say you never saw it coming or that there was no reason i would do that to myself either. the signs have always been there, you just refused to acknowledge them.
suicidal thoughts are the only thoughts I have.
suicide attempt #3 is now pending. hopefully third time’s the charm