Thoughtsofsuicide Stories

My name is Kailey Rogers. I wasn't always so isolated and sad, but I can't seem to pinpoint where it all went wrong. I have good memories, but they've gotten lost along the way. I'm 24, single and live at home. I envy my sister Gemma, 23. And seem to always annoy everyone. I have no friends, I considered my sister my best friend. And I have dark thoughts and dreams. It's not always of myself dying. But it has been recently. Things that happen during the day that people disregard have me questioning life, and my existence. I would never kill myself. But I dream of it. I dream of what it would be like to die. Like the daydream of death, I had today. That's why I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, wondering what it would be like to die. If all of my family just so happened to step into the hallway to use the toilet or go upstairs at the same time as the ceiling above me finally gave way. If all the cracks in the ceiling joined and there was a sudden snapping sound and I looked up to see the ceiling fall to my bedroom floor, as everything in the attic came down around me, before the weight became too much for my bedroom floor and I found myself falling down to the living room. It would happen so fast. My bed shifting under me making the mattress slip from beneath me, I'd fall backwards as something sharp comes through my bed frame and slices into my back, coming out of my chest. I'd cry out in agony and upon hearing all this my family would look into the room through the dining room doorway. They'd watch my body be impaled and my head slack to the side, facing them, as blood drips from my mouth. Death would slowly be creeping in on me just, so I can see their faces as I'm dying. So, I can see if I actually meant anything to them at all. So, I'd know if I'd be missed or loved.

I'm 17 years old I realized that I barely talk to anyone and I have poor connections with my friends. So it would be nice for me to actually socialize somehow. Feel free to write a comment, thanks.

After an unnecessary risk during your most recent mission leaves those around you more aware of your deteriorating mental state, the one who comes to check on you may just surprise you. Can you trust Ghost enough to open up to him about how you've been struggling?

Brian thinks about beginning the end, though he also thinks of the one thing that reminds him of why he should think twice.

It's you.

A collection carrying the fragments of memories, pain, and silence. In the shade, we all look for someone who genuinely understood our minds and cared for us. This collection I'm writing is for all who sadly knew how dangerous the world had become now. A subtle care for broken ones and a loving misery for bullies.

For the lost souls who constantly find themselves reeling in the " why? " of the happenings , who feel a little too much , who feel like the world is a little too harsh on them , I hope you find solace and belonging when you read these revelations and realisations. After several drafts and errors , i penned this world for myself , this is a world where it all makes sense for me , a world where i understand myself . When you feel lonely and lost , dive into this world of drafts , feel it and see if you can find yourself in here , afterall i am just another lost soul like you . 🖤

A Poem of overcoming suicide

Where my mind wonders when the silence can't stop my thoughts. Mature content warning ⚠️ Please don't read it read with caution if you have triggers for eating disorders, mental illnesses, suicide etc (these are my own thoughts left uncensored, I just wanted to leave a warning)

Dean Winchester does NOT do diaries. Dean Winchester does NOT do diaries. Dean Winchester does NOT do diaries. But maybe he'll do a journal. Dean had been going to therapy sessions ever since his brother Sam saw bloodied razor blades in the bathroom trash can. He was told by his therapist that whenever he felt like picking up that blade again, that he should write in his journal. Ever since then, he would make an entry -- But of course, he would remind the reader (which he assumed would be only himself) that it was NOT a diary -- talking about his week or even day. When he meets Castiel, things change for both the better and the worse...

I'm going to make this be my own personal diary. For those who may read it, if it provokes certain feelings I apologize in advance. Otherwise if you have the mind and imagination to handle it, thank you for reading.

Just a random bunch of my thoughts. Don't wanna read it? Then don't. This is for me, for my damn suicidal self. Don't read this if you are suicidal too. Not meant for you. What you need to do is get help. Tell someone, anyone. Someone does care even though it doesn't seem like it.

This is a poetry book contains of the selected poem that I've composed based on my real-life experiences and imaginations which you may found the answers for it's title. Please do no copyright/plagiarize my poem and repost them elsewhere unless you seek permission to the author (which is me) other than that, these actions will not be tolerated. Thank you and enjoy reading! ^_^ I'll be updating more poems in the future, so stay tuned. <3

I write in my notes a lot actually making poems about thoughts I have, it does help when I look back on it so I just wanna share it even if it doesn't get a lot of traction !

Read and find out what 5 teens face in life as drama comes along and popularity what will happens next read and find out more

a girl, suffering loss and battling the monsters, meets her enemy, and the truth reveals itself. But will it be to late?

All of these are simply short stories with Characters I created a long time ago with someone who saved my life more times than I can count. There will be angst, panic attacks, depression, anxiety, self-harm, thoughts of suicide, and, hopefully, one day, a happy ending for everyone involved.

A teenager girl battling her depressive thoughts (possible trigger warning). My first story on this platform. If y'all think it's cringe or too much or something, please give me some constructive criticism, it would help improve the story into something worth reading. Thank you.

Yeah...this book will contain my thoughts and some poems I may come up with. Some of them will be fluffy, others will be depressing. Enjoy my poems and thoughts.