Con15con

you know, this exact day, 2 days before my stepfathers birthday, 3 years ago. 5/2/2022 this was the day i planned to die. i had it all set up and was ready to do it. nothing could stop me.   and then my sister walked in and nearly saw me. she was crying and needed me. that day i promised myself once everyone stopped needing me, i would end it and finally be at peace. i've fantasized about that day many times. i've nearly broken that promise many times. i've begged myself to break that promise many times. thought about just doing it sooner so many times.   but every once in a while i think that i might not ever do it. every once in a while i feel like living might actually be nice. though those moments only ever last for a second or two, they are the most precious moments in my life. even though, just like every other memory i have, i barely remember those moments at all.

Con15con

@LN-Not5Sorry6Chat7  i'm trying not to break it.    and also no worries on not replying, half the time i don't even announce these things
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LN-Not5Sorry6Chat7

@Con15con dang but good don't break that promise trust me it's worse then death that guilt gonna be there if you break it (this coming from a dude who's just replied after a week this was posted)
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Con15con

you know, this exact day, 2 days before my stepfathers birthday, 3 years ago. 5/2/2022 this was the day i planned to die. i had it all set up and was ready to do it. nothing could stop me.   and then my sister walked in and nearly saw me. she was crying and needed me. that day i promised myself once everyone stopped needing me, i would end it and finally be at peace. i've fantasized about that day many times. i've nearly broken that promise many times. i've begged myself to break that promise many times. thought about just doing it sooner so many times.   but every once in a while i think that i might not ever do it. every once in a while i feel like living might actually be nice. though those moments only ever last for a second or two, they are the most precious moments in my life. even though, just like every other memory i have, i barely remember those moments at all.

Con15con

@LN-Not5Sorry6Chat7  i'm trying not to break it.    and also no worries on not replying, half the time i don't even announce these things
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LN-Not5Sorry6Chat7

@Con15con dang but good don't break that promise trust me it's worse then death that guilt gonna be there if you break it (this coming from a dude who's just replied after a week this was posted)
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Con15con

running and hiding
          feeling the thoughts driving me
          dancing with the demons that silence me
          breathing comes so hard to me
          pulling at my hair and scratching at my face
          cutting open my skin and trying to erase
          erase the part of me that's wrong
          erase the parts that were built wrong
          erase the uneasy
          the scared
          the different
          erase the me from me
          screaming and crying has never done anything
          talking has never done anything
          lying has never done anything
          it only gets worse
          so so much worse
          with every breath i take i feel lungs fill that shouldn't exist
          with every smile i make i feel emotions show that shouldn't exist
          with every injury i feel a satisfaction that shouldn't exist
          with every near death experience i feel a worry for my life that shouldn't exist 
          running and hiding has done nothing for me
          the thoughts driving me crazy are all i can see
          the images of deaths i could have are all i can hear
          the feelings of inadequacy and idiocy are all i can smell
          the stench of impossibilities is all i can feel
          
          and yet all this pain is impossible to prove to you because i have no proof. there is none. i have no reason to feel this way. i don't even remember the when's this started at or why's. i don't even remember my name sometimes. 
          
          maybe that is why our soul cries. 
                                                                                                       ~your suicidal artist

Con15con

@thePJOfificfan   thank you. even though it constantly fails, i am trying. i promise you, im trying.
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Con15con

@Kurogami18  
            it's just simply too hard to fight the losing battle everyday 
            and still be to blame for everything. 
            but i do find solace
            mainly in the dead of night
            listening to you continue to fight
            hope is a blooming thing
            if you understand what i mean.
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Con15con

we're talk'n to the suicide lifeline whoo hooo
          ....life is going great

BookDragonsRULE

@Con15con im sorry that you feel that way but I'm sooooo proud of you for reaching out for help that's incredibly brave
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Con15con

guess, guess, guess, and guess again, 
          you're wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong again, 
          just throw the towel in, you're never gonna win, 
          the game is rigged, you never had the chance to win, 
          play the game, play it again, learn from your mistakes, 
          keep on going, going, going, and failing again, but never stomp on the brakes, 
          your chance to win is rigged, you shouldn't of played, not again, never again, 
          you failed you failed and they won't let to hear the end of it, they think you're stupid again, 
          play the game, play it now, play the game and guess on what, why, or how, 
          its rigged, its rigged, and you know you're in for a losing streak now.

Con15con

@Kurogami18 
            the feeling being too great and known too well, 
            there is no escape to my personal hell, 
            so banking on the thought that words are lies, 
            crying as blood spills but I don't dare shut my eyes, 
            this game is a winners humor and a losers tumor, growing and spilling into every aspect of their life, 
            but feeling as the timer ticks on, i feel the need to play on, 
            pushing and pulling me over a line i shouldn't cross, 
            i believe you and that is what scares me most, 
            but this would be my loss, 
            constantly feeling like a ghost.
            this game has switched up over time and now its an even worse rhyme, 
            guess, guess, guess, and guess again, but less of a feeling to it, 
            you're wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong again, but what more can there be to it, 
            fear been replaced with humanless numbness, 
            the marks of each loss pulling on me, 
            the string tied round my throat beckoning me across the line, 
            but your words seem so true, 
            and that scares me too, 
            so i bank on the thought that words are lies and yet i don't dare shut my eyes, 
            because deep down i know my thoughts are lies.
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Kurogami18

@Con15con  your sick of losing and I know that feeling well
            you feel like you cant escape your own hell
            "keep playing" they say
            one more time and then you might win
            only time we win is just before we're done in
            that why we find our own way
            stop playing the games, stop playing spades
            come with me,  I'll show you the way
            there's a whole world outside of her to enjoy
            your not just an ace or somebody's toy
            your our friend and we love you
            and I pray I'm not too late
            cause I'd hate to see my friend lay in a grave
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LN-Not5Sorry6Chat7

*me doing goku screaming trying to ascend to Super Saiyan* 

LN-Not5Sorry6Chat7

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Con15con

@LN-Not5Sorry6Chat7  * pats your back* you'll get there soon lol
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