the devil couldn’t reach me so he made me feel like i dont belong anywhere.

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the devil couldn’t reach me so he made me feel like i dont belong anywhere.
Me :>
How are you supposed to just get up and go to school and go to work and come home and make dinner and fold the laundry and not want to kill yourself the whole fucking time.
you are my only friend
one day ill disappear and you'll just think im offline
one day you'll be mad at me for one last time
one day ill just stop talking to you
one day ill just stop being annoying
one day ill just stop
aaahh i love watching myself bleed ! it’s so rewarding:3
It’s kinda unfair that it’s so hard to kill yourself :/
“that’s not a healthy coping mechanism.” doooontttt careeee ! ! go my dopamine rush
One day I will kill myself. It's just a matter of time before I stop hesitating and finally follow through.
tw: su! ideation, talk abt d3@th
i actually had a real near death experience. not a “wow i almost died” kind of thing. like actually at the hospital. actually waking up. actually being told the doctors didn’t think i was going to make it.
they say when you survive something like that you come back different. more grateful. more alive. like life suddenly makes sense.
but that’s not what happened to me.
what i remember most is how calm it was. how quiet. how ready i felt. i wasn’t scared. i wasn’t panicking. i was peaceful in a way i’ve never been again since.
i didn’t see a bright light like everyone talks about. but i felt it. i felt myself drifting toward something warm and soft and i wanted it so badly. i wanted to go.
and then i felt myself being pulled away.
i fought it. i was clawing my way toward whatever i thought the exit was. but the hands pulling me back were stronger than me.
then i woke up.
and i hated it.
i should’ve died. i really think i was supposed to. and ever since then i’ve missed that feeling. the quiet. the peace. the place i almost made it to.
some part of me carves su!c!d3 because that would put the world back in the correct order, i wish i was brave enough to try again and this time i won’t yell out for help
the moment i hit the ground i felt this overwhelming sense of calmness and sleepiness, i just wanted to drift away
i only called for help because i felt i had to, i called for help 3 times each time wishing no one hears me no one answers, i just wanted to check it off because that is what i should be doing, at least that is what i thought
and sadly someone did answer the third time and called the ambulance, it had been 2 years and i still regret it, calling for help that is
tw: su! ideation, talk abt d3@th
i actually had a real near death experience. not a “wow i almost died” kind of thing. like actually at the hospital. actually waking up. actually being told the doctors didn’t think i was going to make it.
they say when you survive something like that you come back different. more grateful. more alive. like life suddenly makes sense.
but that’s not what happened to me.
what i remember most is how calm it was. how quiet. how ready i felt. i wasn’t scared. i wasn’t panicking. i was peaceful in a way i’ve never been again since.
i didn’t see a bright light like everyone talks about. but i felt it. i felt myself drifting toward something warm and soft and i wanted it so badly. i wanted to go.
and then i felt myself being pulled away.
i fought it. i was clawing my way toward whatever i thought the exit was. but the hands pulling me back were stronger than me.
then i woke up.
and i hated it.
i should’ve died. i really think i was supposed to. and ever since then i’ve missed that feeling. the quiet. the peace. the place i almost made it to.
some part of me carves su!c!d3 because that would put the world back in the correct order, i wish i was brave enough to try again and this time i won’t yell out for help
I just want to waste away. I don't want to eat. I don't even want to drink water. I want to sink into whatever is beneath me and decompose
I HATE THE ITCHINESS THAT COMES WITH CUTTING URSELF LIKE STOP ITCHING HOE DONT HEAL I MADE YOU