Posts tagged: suicide
I had to get up today and admit some things because if I didn’t I’d be resentful. I’d be angry. I’d continue to be tired. And hell I might just say fuck it. And while every now and again you have to get some fuck it in your system or this world will tear you down, I mean the proverbial fuck it.
The cease to exist, nothing but a memory, fuck it, That it could’ve all end well, I saw a brighter future for h(i)r, fuck it. The well s/he will be missed, life continues to go on, fuck it. The never ending second, longest breath, flash of too short a life; before the shattering of a soul amongst every moment continually happening and then silence. Only broken by a symphony of whimpers and wails that weave through the air replicating the moments before the body fell; broken.
And while I’m still standing, for now, it continues to get insanely harder. I feel upset at myself that I am even slightly irritated by others’ positive outcomes in life. My family and I work hard. Sometimes it seems these efforts are useless. We need quite a few things for right now, but my bigger concern is a chance/ an opportunity for longevity.
Even still sometimes the thought passes what if I just say fuck it.
We are all crazy one way or another. There is no such thing as normal.
“He said, be glad you don’t understand, be thankful, and pray you never, ever do understand. “
The Honest Truth.
Sometimes Waking up is way less fun.
Nihilism and the BiPolar
I thought if I could annihilate my mental suroundings, I could eliminate the detrimental self findings.
The whisper in my mind is distant from my ears which has me half mesmerized half terrified of what I hear.
This, yet another, aching crisis of depression causes me to envision throwing my life away
On tracks glazed, crimson red
My lifeless body was my final statement
Another poor soul just trying to make it.
Nietzsche said, ” God is dead.”
No I think we’re just impatient.
In regards to being considerate
I seriously think we fake it.
Through my own pain I know the death of God to be a lie. If my faith was based on myself I would have succeded, and not just now, be attempting to die.
I believe human beings are determined to kill “God”.
And if stoich determinism is so strong in a greater being we can’t see.
How much more must be their disgust of me.
Its a common everyday occurence
that I am known to be unhappy.
This fake masquerade should be
(in fact) called bad acting.
Ha, these tears keep falling …
Gravity, doesn’t take notice to pitful emotional paradoies.
Such clarity only comes when you got a (gun) hole on the side of your head bigger than your thumb.
I was depressed and diagnosis as Bi-Polar,
given antipsychotics to take whenever my other self takes over,
given antidepressants to take when that bitch decides to go over
the edge …
For a midnight concrete dip in Los Angeles.
Them drugs must have made us forget we can’t swim,
oh shit aint no lakes in Los Angeles.
Bandages can’t cover these scar no better than vasline prevents an itch.
I hope death don’t hurt to much,
because if you haven’t noticed,
I’m considering it.
“Well … that’s unfortunate …”
These suicide notes were gathered at the coroners’ offices by a suicidologist/psychiatrist who asked to be anonymous. He edited identifying details out of the compiled manuscript, and he changed the names. But the text of each letter plus the age and sex given are real. All these people did kill themselves.
-Single female, age 21
My dearest Andrew,
It seems as if I have been spending all my life apologizing to you for things that happened whether they were my fault or not. I am enclosing your pin because I want you to think of what you took from me every time you see it. I don’t want you to think I would kill myself over you because you’re not worth any emotion at all. It is what you cost me that hurts and nothing can replace it.
-Single male, age 51
Sunday 4:45 PM. Here goes
To who it may concern
Though I am about to kick the bucket I am as happy as ever. I am tired of this life so am going over to see the other side.
Good luck to all.
-Married male, age 45
May her guts rot in hell — I loved her so much.
-Divorced female, age 61
You cops will want to know why I did it, well, just let us say that I lived 61 years too many.
People have always put obstacles in my way. One of the great ones is leaving this world when you want to and have nothing to live for.
I am not insane. My mind was never more clear. It has been a long day. The motor got so hot it would not run so I just had to sit here and wait. The breaks were against me to the last.
The sun is leaving the hill now so hope nothing else happens.
-Married male, age 74
What is a few short years to live in hell. That is all I get around here. No more I will pay the bills. No more I will drive the car. No more I will wash, iron & mend any clothes. No more I will have to eat the leftover articles that was cooked the day before. This is no way to live. Either is it any way to die. Her grub I can not eat. At night I can not sleep. I married the wrong nag-nag-nag and I lost my life.
to the undertaker
We have got plenty money to give me a decent burial. Don’t let my wife kid you by saying she has not got any money.
Give this note to the cops.
Give me liberty or give me death.
-Married male, age 45
You win, I can’t take it any longer, I know you have been waiting for this to happen. I hope it makes you very happy, this is not an easy thing to do, but I’ve got to the point where there is nothing to live for, a little bit of kindness from you would of made everything so different, but all that ever interested you was the dollar. It is pretty hard for me to do anything when you are so greedy even with this house you couldn’t even be fair with that, well it’s all yours now and you won’t have to see the Lawyer anymore. I wish you would you give my personal things to Danny, you couldn’t get much from selling them anyway, you still have my insurance, it isn’t much but it will be enough to take care of my debts and still have a few bucks left.
You always told me that I was the one that made Sharon take her life, in fact you said I killed her, but you know down deep in your heart it was you that made her do what she did, and now you have two deaths to your credit, it should make you feel very proud.
Good By Kid
P.S. Disregard all the mean things I’ve said in this letter, I have said a lot of things to you I didn’t really mean and I hope you get well and wish you the best of everything.
Cathy — don’t come in.
Call your mother, she will know what to do.
Cathy don’t go in the bedroom.
-Married female, age 50
When a “man” doesn’t know where to take his wife — then she isn’t a wife any more —
I hope you will be “free” to take anyone any place and I’m sure you will not have any trouble as to places —
Please don’t tell my mother the truth — your whole tribe is partly responsible for this — from your mother on down — hope they are satisfied.
-Single male, age 13
I know what I am doing. Annette found out. Ask Cara. I love you all.
-Widowed female, age 52 (Her husband died three months before.)
Please tell Ron’s folks I love them very much but my heart breaks when I see or hear from them. Also all our friends especially Irene and Charles and Ella I love them also. Forgive me for not seeing them.
Everyone seems so happy and I am so alone. Amy. I wanted to visit you but I am going around in a dream. Alice I wanted to help you paint but how could I with a broken heart. And my head aches so much any more my nerves are ready to break and what would happen if they did.
You will say I am crazy and I can’t go on this way just half living.
I loved this house once but now it is so full of memories I can’t stay here. I have tried to think of some way to go on but can’t. Am so nervous all the time — I loved Ron too much but is that a sin, with him gone I have nothing. Oh I have the girls and family but they don’t fill the vacant spot left in my heart …
Xmas is coming I can’t go on I’m afraid I would break down. I’ve thought of this so many times. I love every one but I can’t be one of you any more. Please think kindly of me and forgive me. I only hope this is fatal then I can rest and no more trouble to any one. Do with Lisa whats best I know she has been a lot of worry to mama and I’m sorry. I tried to keep the yard up that seemed to be the only comfort I had. I loved it but that wasn’t anything. I’ve lost every thing so why go on. I worshipped Ron and when he went I lost my whole world and everything.
I’m so tired and lonely.
There goes a siren. Oh how can I stand being left. I need to go to a Dr. but I am afraid. I’m so cold.
Mother Love, Louise
-Married male, age 40
Remember what I told you and always respect, protect and obey your mother and always remember that I love you so much. I am going to leave you forever because I am too sick to go on. God bless you my Son and when your time comes to go to Heaven you will find your ole Pappy waiting for you.
-Single female, age 16
Dear Mother & Dad,
Please forgive me. I have tried to be good to you both. I love you both very much and wanted to get along with you both. I have tried.
I have wanted to go out with you and Dad but I was always afraid to ask for I always felt that the answer would be no.
And about Bud, I want to dismiss every idea about him. I don’t like him any more than a companion, for a while I thought I did but no more, in fact, I am quite tired of him, as you know, I get tired of everyone after a while.
And mother, I wish that you hadn’t called me a liar, and said I was just like Hap. as I’m not. It is just that I am afraid of you both at times, but I love you both very much.
Your loving daughter
that will always
P.S. Please forgive me. I want you to, and don’t think for one minute that I haven’t appreciate everything you’ve done.
I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
why on earth doesn’t this have more notes
Reblogging again to add that doing this is fucking problematic if it results in police involvement. Hopefully tumblr support never resorts to informing law enforcement for these things.
If a person intends to kill themself that is their own choice. Dont fucking talk about body sovereignty when it comes to rape and abortion and then turn around and do shit like this.
What you should do is provide the suicide hotline number and a supportive ear and respect the person’s wishes.
Hands Dangling over my head
Hold my breath as I release
Body drifting weightlessly
I am finally at peace
I have no memory of my nerves
No reconcilliation of my motives
Just a blissful moment
It doesn’t matter that my body is about to shatter
It doesn’t matter that I’ll never breathe again
It doesn’t even matter that I won’t be able to see your face again
Or even utter this moment to you of self-righetous, self-inflicted victory.
You shuddered at the word victory?