My Cry For Help

I am suicidal. My life is horrible. I can't deal with it much longer. I just want somebody to care about me.

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  • If you're feeling depressed or suicidal, what's important is that you talk to someone. There's lots of people who can help - if you're in the US try http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/ (or call 1-800-273-8255), or in the UK there's the Samaritans at http://www.samaritans.org/ or Papyrus (which is a charity set up for young people) at http://www.papyrus-uk.org/more/hopelineuk. If you're elsewhere, try googling "suicide helplines" Some of them you can text or email if you'd rather not talk.

  • Kill yourself. You'll help benefit the population. We don't need more losers that don't appreciate life and thrive on welfare checks and demand what they don't deserve. Damn n******.

  • I go through the same feeling like it's an unending cycle. It's actually not that I WANT to die, I just can't stand living. People are annoying, tearing me down, and society judges me for being who I am. My parents yell at me, my dad wants to kick me out of the house and my mom thinks that if she brings God and Christianity into my life, all will be well. Now I hate my dad, despise the thought of church and scoff at Christianity. I just don't have the heart to tell my mom, "No." She told me she loved me when I tried leaving the house in tears because my dad kicked me out again. I think about it and I think she can't stand the thought of losing me because it'd look bad for her image. My mom is prideful and all she does now is tell me what a great disappointment I am and how stupid, fat, and lazy I am and how I should be a better sister and stop being disrespectful. I'm being obedient but I hate church with all my being, I still go because I'm respectful enough to show up for HER. I try but it's never good enough. I want to give up and tell everyone to just shut up and stop caring about me so I can die in peace where no one gives two s****. I don't want to kill myself, I just hate living. I feel like all I do is give and I never get anything back. Am I selfish for wanting to be thought of? And now everywhere I look, everything I hear...I feel as if I'm nothing but a clown on the big stage of life who's only purpose here to entertain everyone as they point and laugh at me. I feel as if I'm nothing but a big fat joke to life itself and I'm only here to be tormented so others can feel better about themselves. I think about everyones' harsh words, mean and cruel, digging straight into me making me feel unimportant and inferior to everyone around me. They don't matter.
    Hopefully, you seriously don't kill yourself. It probably won't affect me as I'll never really know, but I know that someone wants to end their life and that'll always be in the back of my mind.
    ~K

  • Lol.
    if you want to go for a suicide, just do it. don't go bragging the s*** about it.
    else,
    think of the people who were born blind, deaf and dumb - or the ones who want to live but suffer from from some g******* life-threatening disease.
    life is precious you moron. and if you seek a lot of attention, go earn it rather than making yourself go crazy.
    if you can't fight for what you want, you don't have the right to cry for what you lose.

  • Please don't give up. Every breath we have is a gift.

    Life is beautiful; it just takes a little bit of effort and time to find that beauty. For the record, I don't think it lies where most people try to find it.

    I don't know who you are or what you're experiencing, but I've felt what you've described up above. For me to see the value of being alive, I had to uproot myself from a bad situation and plant myself somewhere new. I assure you this: new surroundings will do wonders for the soul. New people, new goals, new self.

    Wipe the slate clean, summon the strength to start again, and you will thank yourself later.

  • I am sorry to say,i almost did commit suicide.yes.it is true.I did almost kill myself.i almost thew myself off a cliff.But the cliff was not way up there.if i jumped off that cliff.I could have survived and died a slow death.i did not want that.But somebody i knew did commit suicide.She died a horrible death.She set herself on fire.Her name was Chantel.She had bad acne.She killed herself.Because she was not pretty.This is the truth.I am not lying to any of you.You should never commit suicide.You should get help and advise from somebody that know's about suicide.Like a teacher.Or your best friend.Or your mom.Or your dad.Get help.You still have a long life to live yet.

  • You need to get laid.

  • I'm in the same boat with you, if you need someone to listen, amber.sellards@gmail.com

  • I could care aboot you.but i will not.

  • I have felt the same way before :( I wish I could help!

  • Its ok. recently, a girl at a local high school did just that. it hurt not only her friends and family, but the whole city. i personally didnt know her but even i feel REALLY bad. please dont make the same mistake

  • I think you should take your time to read this:

    Thinking of suicide ? You’re sitting in your room ~ door locked ~ with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper infront of you. Your hand is shaking, and the tears begin again - for the third time in the past hour. ‘To my family’ you write at the top of the page, but decide it’s a bad way to begin your letter ~ your suicide letter. You try again, start over ~ again and again, but you don’t kn
    ow where to begin. No one understands you; no one knows what you’re going through, you’re alone or at least that’s what you think. Nobody would care if you’re alive or not, you mean nothing to nobody.

    It’s night, and you slip into bed. ’Goodbye’ you whisper into the darkness. And with that, you take your last breathe and end it all.

    No body cares, right? Well you thought wrong. It’s a Tuesday the following morning, and when it’s 7:21, your mother comes and knocks on your door. She doesn’t know you can’t hear her she doesn’t know you’re gone. She knocks a few more times, calling your name to open up. When there is no reply from your side of the door, she opens it and screams. She collapses on the ground while your dad rushes to your room. Your siblings have already left for school. Your very weak mother collects all the energy she’s got which is close to nothing to walk over to your bed. She leans over your dead body, crying, squeezing your hand, screaming. Your dad is trying to stay strong, but the tears escape his eyes; calling 000 or 911 with his left hand while his other one is on your mother’s back. Your mother blames herself. All those times she had said ‘no’ to you, all those times she had screamed at you, and sent you to your room over something stupid. Your father will blame himself for not being there for you when you asked for help, for being away from home at work for long. Nobody cares, right?

  • It’s your funeral. It’s a big one ~ everybody comes. No one knows what to say. The beautiful girl with the big smile is gone; you’re somewhere else. No one knows what to say, they’re all still shocked. Everyone cries, everyone misses you. They all wish you’d come back but you don’t, and you won’t.

    Still think nobody cares about you? Think again. Even if people don’t show it, they care about you, they love you. If you kill yourself today or any other day you won’t know just how much you meant to people. If you kill yourself today, it stops your pain, but it pains all the ones who know you for the rest of their life. Suicide is the easy way out - but it’s the wrong choice. Life is beautiful. Yes, it does have its ups and downs everyone has their bad days. Sometimes people go through tough times in their lives like you’re probably going through now but bad times come and go. You might not see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s there. No matter how hard life gets, never give up on yourself, or on your life.

    Take a minute now, and think. If you killed yourself ~ how would the people that love you feel/go through? Can’t think of anything? Well I’ll tell you: tears, tears, and more tears. Devastation. Guilt. Pain. Broken. Regret. Miserable.

    If after reading this you still feel suicidal, there are people that can help you. I’m here for you whenever you need me, and I’ll be more than happy to listen to you and try to help you feel better. There are teachers, parents, grandparents, neighbors, adults, councilors ~ they’re all there for you whenever you need them

  • 8:34. There’s a knock on your classroom door it’s the school principle. She looks more worried than ever. She calls the teacher to the side; all the students worried: what’s going on? The principle then later announces about your suicide. The popular girl that always called you fat and ugly is now blaming herself. The kid that would always copy your homework but treat you like crap ~ he’s blaming himself. The boy that sits behind you ~ the one that always threw things at you during class ~ he’s blaming himself too. The teacher is blaming herself - for all those times she’d scream at you for forgetting your homework, or not listening in class. People are crying, screaming, shocked, in regret of what they did. They’ll all be devastated - even the kids you’ve never talked to before. Still nobody cares about you, right?

    Your siblings get home. Your mother has to tell them that you’re gone; forever. Your little sister ~ no matter how many times she’s screamed at you, told you she hated you and stole your stuff ~ always loved you, and saw you as her hero; her role model. She now starts to blame herself; why didn’t I do what she told me to do when she told me to? Why did I take her stuff even when she asked me not to? This is all my fault. Your brother gets home ~ the boy that never cries. He’s now in his room; mad at himself ~ he caused your death. All those times he’d played pranks on you. He’s punching holes in his wall, turning over things; he doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that you’re gone. Forever. Nobody cares about you, right? Right?

    It has been over a month. The door to your room has been closed all this time. Everything is different now. Your brother has to be sent to anger management classes, your little sister cries everyday still waiting for you to come back. Everyday she waits for you to come back home. The popular girls have now turned anorexic. They don’t know how to deal with the pain that they’re feeling. Your father has depression; your mothe

  • We do care. Whatever you're going through will pass. Suicide is never the answer. Call someone your friends, family, doctors and tell them what's going on with you. Get the help you need and find the happiness you deserve. Someone as awesome as you are will come into your life. Just hang in there.

  • We care...... just get to someone who you can talk to~ plz

  • I work in a job where I have experienced a few suicides,it's very tragic and affects a lot of people,particularly those you leave behind.Go to your doctor and seek help,there are lots of people who have at some time felt the way that you do but then found a reason to live.Hang on in there,life can be cruel but there are lots of treasures to explore...good luck

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