Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #suicide-prevention Clear filter
Ever get the feeling of being totally unable to reach out and make a difference when a loved one is down , depressed and just not coping......
The Heart You Made Bloom So close came I to embracing my bane. So close came I to extinguishing flame. Gathered my poisons to me, near at hand. Needed only be heeded; that unholy command.
I was on Tumblr, looking at a blog of a new follower. The whole blog was basically about suicide, cutting, and drugs.
To all the people who think tonight's the night. Who are thinking of picking up the blade again. Who aren't eating. Who are bending over the toilet. Please, please try to resist.
Chapter Forty One Everything Hurts Caden lied on his bed, while letting his phone ring.
#opussweeklychallenge He stared back at me, a gun in his hand Blood on his knuckles, Blonde hair like sand His green eyes told me stories He alone could never tell I saw the scars on his arms, He...
Two poets stood opposite. Each other with two pieces. Of paper, two pens, and ink. Enough for 25 words, waiting. To to begin a battle between. Two poets, where only one can win.
just pull the trigger there'll be no more pain just tie the rope you've got no more to gain just use that knife even if tears will rain just take those pills don't let yourself live in vain just say...
#nightdwellers Warning-self injury and suicide references Memories long forgotten Locked away in my mind Barred behind walls A place where I can unwind Then you came along Knocking down my...
I don't know where to start with this I don't know where to end.
These are the darkest thoughts I've ever had. I am in so much pain right now. I feel as if I'm sinking into darkness; drowning.
Please let something save her, when i cannot be there. Please give her the courage, through sadness she will bare. Please protect her wrists, from the cold blade of the steel.
#bestofopuss Mister Runaway, Put your gun away. Put your blade, Your noose, Your nothing-fun away. What do you feel. What is real. When life to you Is too surreal. What do you do. Is that quite true.
Alone she cries, she's dead inside. Hurt again, her heart flatlines. A message scrawled upon her skin. Vertical lines, suicidal hyms. Far too strong, for far too long.
1 reason to live. 2 attempts at death. 3 shots of vodka. 4 long deep breaths. 5 tablets taken. 6 steps outside. 7 texts ignored. 8 minutes since no5. 9 tablets later. 10 missed calls.
It's scary how a humans life Can be so weak and thin It take forever to create, But only seconds to end.
A picture can paint a thousand words, But seven words can grant that picture life, And immortalise.
She breathed heavily as she gripped the object in her hands. "I'm sorry dad, I know you love me, but...I don't love myself." she scribbled on the paper. "I can be with mom now. I can be happy.
Part 3 (Inspired by Tumblr) It's two years later. The whole school talks to counselors and therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders...
Butterfly don't die Her cuts go deeper then her skin will allow. The words hurt more then anyone knows how. She sit alone at night cries herself to sleep. She sees herself as being so damn. weak.
I want you to care For your life. Don't torture yourself, For a start it isn't right. You cut yourself continuously, As if you don't feel the pain. In the end just think- what will you gain.
I am who I am Just leave me be I'm normally happy, bouncy But now I can't be me People have been nasty - I've had it before But this time it's come stronger Sadly, this time's more I begged it to...
'A dark fog forms around me, I hate myself, I don't even know why. I just want to close my eyes and say good bye...
Dahvie Vanity has taught me not to live out of fear and to stand up for myself. He is the very reason I am still here today and I thank him for teaching me all these amazing lessons in life.