Feeling Suicidal - coming out with this

[Optimistic37]

hi all,

Im feeling suicdal lately and tried to commit suicide on sunday nite. I didnt die, obviously but Im still unstable. Ive told my close friend and Im seeking help.

I just wrote this poem to explain how I feel:

 

Today has been worse than any other day I have lived in my life.

I thought about death again whilst feeling the blade of a knife.

Everything seems to remind me of the things I hate.

I try to find new memories that I can create.

I stop and lie down and realise that there is no point,

in trying to get close to anyone as I will only disappoint.

Loneliness seems to always catch up with me in my mind.

I try to hide in a place it can never find.

That place is dark and where nothing can hurt me.

Maybe, there, I can finally be the person I wish to be.

In life I have no reason to try and get along.

Every moment is like the pain in a sad song.

So, maybe its the time to play the last note at last.

First, I must thank those who made me happy in my past,

and get ready to say goodbye to the things I'd rather be without.

Then I can finally live in the place I only dreamt about.

[HaloDestroyer]

Hey man,

 

We're in the same position.... I tried it last week...

 

Pretty damn close, too...

 

Here's something I wrote back;

 

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You hang there, each breath you take lashing the inside of your lungs,

burning your throat,

The chains binding your hands cut into your wrists, as they hang you from

the wall of the chamber,

The wall, damp and cool, your only mercy,

The air, hot and humid, the acrid stench of stale sweat adding to the

inferno in your head,

He looms closer.

 

All you see are his eyes,

Your own blood starts to flood your lungs, as he beats you, yet again,

You start to laugh, your cracked, dry voice echoing around the cavernous

room,

Invading the heads of the others hung there.

 

He can't hurt you where you're going,

He realises your escape is inevitable, and his flurry of blows worsens,

getting harder and faster,

Your muscles relax,

Your head droops,

Blackness.

You are free.

 

The others murmur between them,

About the lucky one who died,

For the worst is yet to come.

 

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(Untitled III, Ben Ashley, 2002. Copyright.)

 

(Sorry for that ^^^^ I've been published, so I have to do it whenever I post my poem, so I'm told...)

 

Hang in there buddy...

 

Ben.

 

XxX xXx

[hockeywarrior10]

look, just hang in there, i'm sure you dont want to hear this but things will get better. look the fact that ur lookin 4 help is a big step....honestly.... look, you know your haveing a problem, the first to solving something, is finding out whats wrong....and i think the fact that your looking for help, means your not totaly ready to leave this world.

 

dont forget everyone contributes a little something to this wide world, and that little thing grows, and sticks to things, like people. so a big part of someones world will be gone when you are. its surprizing how connected everyone is.

 

u seem like the strong type, i think you can pull out of this.

look everything up there that i wrote seems random, but after a bit you get the jist

 

 

[fortunecookie595]

teen suicidal has been WAYYYY up lately. dont become a victim.....please?

think of all the ppl who love u. count ur blessings. even if u dont feel loved, know that everybody here cares about you.

[PunkyMonkey]

Hang in there I know how you feel thats exactly how I feel now except I'm tring to look for the best in things. Sometimes I think theres no reason.....but there is, you were brought to this earth for a reason, and I know that reason is not for you to die, me niether. So just believe, you'll make it.