Suicided notes/poems Cutting Broken Dying Lost No one Depressed Anxiety Anorexic We all have had it at one point "I spend every waking moment, wishing I was dead" ~ The Amity Affliction "Wrists are for bracelets, not for cutting " ~ Kellin Quinn " What a waste of a Perfectly good clean wrist" ~ Vic Fuentes WARNING: strong language, bad pictures ( Google) Written personal or found on Google

"Things have... things have always been a bit complicated for me. For an example: when I was six years old my mom and dad divorced, I never saw my dad again, and I miss him still so dearly. He was my favourite man on earth. My knight in the shining armour, my prince Charming, my king. It didn't help when my mom got remarried. The guy wasn't rude or an intruder, no I actually liked the guy, it only just- it didn't feel natural. I never connected on a personal level with the man. Although he was what made my mom and me happy on a daily base. He died from lung cancer when I was fourteen. I remember his funeral. Oh do I remember it. Mom smashed the whole place when she found out. I had to threaten her to make her stop. Then she fell asleep, and three days later a funeral was set and my mother was seated in a chair next to me, she turned numb after that. Never got herself entirely back together. When I was nineteen, my mother died, she had a heart attack. It was just when she opened the door for me and then she just fell. Although I instantly called 9-1-1, it was too late. She died in the ambulance. On the 2nd of March in 2013. Things have been tough after that. I didn't have any family left. I felt miserable and alone and I honestly have forgotten how I ever got through that tough period of my life. It was weird to have to take care of yourself at such a young age with no parents to advise you. Things got better, which is what I wanted to tell to you. When I turned twenty-one, a miracle happened." Copyright © 2015 J.F. Stone All rights reserved

These are some of my favorite quotes and poems. Some of them are written by me but not all of them. If you suffer from SH, depression, suicidal thoughts, ED's or ANYTHING else I will always be there for you.

[PLEASE READ REVISED VERSION INSTEAD (BLACK HOLES ALL THE WAY DOWN)] "You know, there are two reasons why people don't talk about things; either it means nothing to them or it means everything." It's a year after Connor Mathews committed suicide, leaving his best friend Danielle lost and confused. The two shared everything since they were kids, so where were the signs? Why did Connor believe the world would be better off without him? Danielle is familiar with loss, but this news hits her like a bullet. Connor and Danielle were partners in crime. But with Connor gone, Danielle is just a lonely outsider with a slight temper and a high probability to self-destruct. After a few unlikely encounters that create a few unlikely friendships, Danielle begins to wonder if maybe not all surprises are bad. But without the answers she needs to erase the ambiguity surrounding Connor's death, how will she maintain a healthy life? Is it possible to live happily even in the face of everlasting unanswerable questions?

“what's left of us that don't get recognised and never will be heard.” ☽ [lower case intended] ●︿● warning: may somewhat be a bit triggering

❝ They're standing on a thin line between giving up and seeing how much more they can take .. ❞ Never lose faith in yourself. You may be struggling now, but I promise you, you'll get through everything. Depression is a battle, a battle that you can win. To anyone struggling with suicide, depression, please feel free to PM me. I understand how it feels to go through all these feelings and I'm always willing to help 24/7. Don't be afraid to speak to me and talk about everything if you need to.

----- The girl got quieter. Her nights got longer. Her blades got bigger. Her sleeves got longer. Her meals got smaller. She became skinnier. No one Seemed To Notice. ----- There once was a teenager. She became friends with a few other girls. Ana. Mia. Cat. Sue. They all just wanted the same thing for their new friend- for her to be perfect. 'Perfect'.

writing poems is how i vent i guess

After the death of Violet and her parents, she has been distant with Tate. But will they ever get back together? Or will the new home owner steal Violets heart? (Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor the show. This story is my take on what would happen after season one.)