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(3/5) Suicidal Ideation by DestinyBlue (3/5) Suicidal Ideation :icondestinyblue:DestinyBlue 4,382 467 Clockwork II by lucid-light Clockwork II :iconlucid-light:lucid-light 1,051 193 Blood Brushes by Falln-Brushes Blood Brushes :iconfalln-brushes:Falln-Brushes 1,325 200 Broken Window to the Soul by DestinyBlue Broken Window to the Soul :icondestinyblue:DestinyBlue 16,618 1,143
Literature
Helping Hurting People
This is a message I'm sending out to everyone in need of help with the problems, emotional and mental pains they are having. It doesn't matter who you are, what race, what kind of person you are, either you're atheist, gay, lesbian, bi-sexual, transgender, straight or what you have done. Even if you killed someone, please don't be afraid, I want to help you. If we talk I'll keep it between us, so no one else knows. You are never too far away to be saved. I won't judge you. Whether you are in pain from people, have pain on the inside, you cut yourself, or even thinking of or planning on committing suicide. It's never too late to change your mind about something. Never give up on life, even when life seems impossible. I want to help. This isn't a fake, I really do wish to help. You have a purpose, you just need to find it. If you know someone who is looking for help or needs it, tell them about me. My e-mail msn hotmail account is mentioned in the description section below.
I'm not "perf
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Blood and Splatter Brushes 2 by Falln-Brushes Blood and Splatter Brushes 2 :iconfalln-brushes:Falln-Brushes 950 133
Literature
When You Fall [Natsu Dragneel]
Trigger Warning: Suicide Attempt
Please read only if you feel comfortable enough.

When you fall....
 "I'll catch you, (Name)!" The pink-haired boy exclaimed, giving you a grin. It was always a kind, charming grin. You loved it so much. Though you and him were only little kids at the time, you held the promise deep in your heart. On your desk in your apartment were letters to everyone you knew and cared for. The only one missing a letter, was Natsu. You wanted to tell him in person, but things didn't go as planned.
 "Natsu?"
  He turned around, his smile growing bigger when he saw it was you. "Hey, (Name)! What's up?" He always sounded so optimistic, you wondered how he could smile. You sucked in a deep breath, an d looked at him in the eye. "Natsu, I-"
 "Natsu! Hurry!" Lucy called, Erza, Happy, and Gray at her side. Natsu nodded to Lucy and looked back at you, "Sorry about that, (Name)! We're going to go check out some of the shops today. You wanna come w
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Inside by Spinewinder Inside :iconspinewinder:Spinewinder 1,298 418 Doppelganger by Tsvetka Doppelganger :icontsvetka:Tsvetka 1,708 71 torn. by cristina-otero torn. :iconcristina-otero:cristina-otero 1,680 77
Literature
A Concept To Understand Better
So, Who has ever been raped, violated, sexually assulted, or merely understand why One would feel dirty, and compulsively wash after such an experience.
Understandable, isn't it?
Now imagine that horrible, dirty feeling running through every one of Your veins, right beneath Your skin.
Horrible, isn't it?
One would often judge those Who suffer Self-Mutilation.
Filthy. Horrible. Pathetic. Disgusting. Disgraceful. Coward. Sinner. Evil. Bad. Immoral. Wimp. Useless. Unworthy. Worthless. Yellow-Belly. Debris Of The Earth. Wicked. Corrupt. Damaged. Broken. Weak. Scoundrel. Repulsive. Unseemly. Waste. Reprobate. Degenerate. Good-For-Nothing. No-Good. Wrongdoer. Relpulsive. Miscreant. Malefactor. Trash. Wretched. Inadequate. Insufficient. Defective. Deficient. Spineless. Dismal Excuse For A Human Being.
... Shall I Continue???
You're not helping.
And that's not even the half of it.
And You're telling Them this, all the while, They have that horrible, dirty feeling running through every o
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Literature
Love Letters On the Train
Dear Stranger,
I'm leaving this post-it tucked in the side of the train-seat. If you're reading this, you've seen it. I've seen you sit here every few Monday mornings, sometimes tapping a bent, unlit cigarette against your thigh, sipping from your tea (who brings a tea cup onto a train anyway?); sometimes staring at the rain outside, or reading your well-worn, beaten copy of Jane Eyre (I hate that you fold the corners down - it's bibliophilic abuse. I wish the book would papercut you to defend itself a little, but I digress).
You seemed so sad this Monday morning past. Please smile again. I love it when your eyes catch the light of something I'm unaware of, something silently and intimately your own; a secret from the world that makes everything all the more meaningful to you.
- The Passenger
Dear Passenger,
I'm not in the habit of reading post-its from strangers. I found a love-letter hidden in a newspaper once, that the author forgot or was too afraid to send. It made me sad to think
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Mothers never Let Go by herzlichtprod Mothers never Let Go :iconherzlichtprod:herzlichtprod 536 116
Literature
and i have tried to make it right.
i.
let me tell you a story
using six words.
their names become parts of statistics.
let me tell you a story
using six words.
“suicide is the easy way out.”
let me tell you a story
using six words
that will never be told.
pain is not a fucking
choice.

--
ii.
do you still pray,
knowing there will be no answer?
see, i cannot speak for those
who have no voice to give
but, sincerely, these are the six words
i respond with:
i wish i could save you.
--
iii.
we live our lives being told that
there is always a safety net -
that there are people designed to protect us.
i’m going to use six words because,
sometimes,
the saddest stories
take the fewest words to tell.
for them, there was never anyone.
--
iv.
blades can cut wrists but
here are six words:
blades can cut stories short, too.
--
v.
i have approximately 250,000 words
to choose from
to try and describe to you what suicide is
but i don’t
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i am. by cristina-otero i am. :iconcristina-otero:cristina-otero 4,435 135 My Suicidal Heart. by MizzieMoo My Suicidal Heart. :iconmizziemoo:MizzieMoo 297 73 Don't Jump by KristinaGehrmann Don't Jump :iconkristinagehrmann:KristinaGehrmann 2,244 502
Literature
Suicides Learning To Speak
It’s 6 a.m. A girl is beginning the journey back from Oz, anchored to life by the whirr and beep of machines and tubes. Above her emaciated body, nurses pace, write on clipboards, click their heels and purse their lips. She is oblivious. Her mind drifts in freefall, stuck in an eggshell skull wrapped in nasal gastric tubing and an oxygen pipe forced down her throat like a synthetic umbilical cord. Somewhere, neurotransmitters are sewing themselves back into conscious awareness. There is a person lost somewhere in that body. There is a mind overboard in a black sea, sending up a flare. The nurses are afraid that she will stay in there forever. A family jostles at the side of the bed in the cramped, generic hospital room. All the King’s horses and all the King’s men… I don’t need ruby shoes to find my way home. My name is Ruby, the nurses click their heels and my family makes the wish.
I’m finding my way back to consciousness through the sound
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Smile, Like You Mean It. by Perfectly--Imperfect Smile, Like You Mean It. :iconperfectly--imperfect:Perfectly--Imperfect 845 77 Kiss of Death by zephy0 Kiss of Death :iconzephy0:zephy0 1,081 68
Literature
Please (Don't) Hate Me
If I told you a lie
But it made you smile
Would it still be a sin?
If I opened the door
But turned you away
Would you still come in?
If I sliced my skin
But it didn't hurt
Would it still be wrong?
If I acted all brave
But couldn't face it
Would I still be strong?
If I tied my noose
Around a tree's open arms
Would it be an embrace?
If I left tonight
And begged you stay
Would you still give chase?
If I committed sin
But hurt nobody
Would I be welcome above?
If I do something you hate
But only for your good
Could it still be true love?
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Forbidden Love by dianar87 Forbidden Love :icondianar87:dianar87 682 197 Sailor Sakky's Suicide by SenshiStock Sailor Sakky's Suicide :iconsenshistock:SenshiStock 320 36 Poppin' Pills by SenshiStock Poppin' Pills :iconsenshistock:SenshiStock 281 64 Aokigahara by JennyJinya Aokigahara :iconjennyjinya:JennyJinya 503 110 Hitchhike To Heaven by FracturedxPorcelain Hitchhike To Heaven :iconfracturedxporcelain:FracturedxPorcelain 644 229 Kill Suicidal Thoughts by k-raki Kill Suicidal Thoughts :iconk-raki:k-raki 919 261
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I'm Okay. by this-is-the-life2905 I'm Okay. :iconthis-is-the-life2905:this-is-the-life2905 2,144 207
Literature
Deaf! Canada x Reader: You'll be in my Heart
He stood there trembling, he had been walking his way back home, but now as he stood on a sad desolate corner on the edge of town. He decided it was time to end it. He was just given a hand gun to go with his new handgun license. He removed the revolver from his book bag he carried. It was enough now he'd had enough. His best friend had killed himself just a few weeks previous and Matthew was quite distraught losing the only other person who shared what he saw as a disability. He was the only other one who he knew that was deaf, losing him was hard...
He knew now that he had nothing to live for. He truly didn't. Today, his life would change, to escape the abuse Matthew decided that killing himself was the only way out, his get out of jail free card. For a moment he wondered how his older brother Alfred would feel, he'd probably lose it too... He was too full of himself to do what Matthew was plotting.
"Matthew?" you asked behind him, though you knew it was probably useless knowing he w
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Literature
All Grown Up Jack FrostXSuicidal!Reader Part 1
All Grown Up Part 1
Jack FrostXSuicidal!Reader
LittleCuteInsaneBoy
(Name) pulled her coat tighter, walking out the school gates with her friends, breathing out slowly so mist formed around her mouth, ah winter. Light frost had formed on almost everything, the little speckles of white glinting like tiny diamonds all compressed together to form the most beautiful and intricate patterns. She walked with her two friends, both of them older than (Name), but only by a few months. The girls were all 16, they’d met at the start of high school. Though (Name)’s friends were closer with each other than (Name) herself, she still considered them close friends.
“Do you want to come shopping with us (Name?)” Asked her friend who was looking in her mini make-up mirror, checking her lipstick.
“I can’t sorry, I have to pick my little brother up.” Smiled (Name). This fact was indeed true, but even if she didn’t need to pick up her little brother, (Name) sti
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Why :Short Game: by Mikeinel Why :Short Game: :iconmikeinel:Mikeinel 734 242
Literature
Cross My Wrists
Cross my wrists and hope to die,
I will only ever lie
When you ask me if I’m fine
Or if I like this life of mine.
If I had a gun,
I’d put it to my head
And turn bouncy blonde,
Into ruby red.
You want me to stop cutting;
I’ll stop when I’m dead.
The last time I’ll cut
Will be the last thing I see
When I finally put an end to me.
Dying sounds good right now,
Just fading into black
And never coming back
To the agony living brings.
Perhaps you’ll find me hanging,
Or bleeding,
Or after OD’ing;
Someday soon you’ll find me,
Finally free.
It’s too late now,
I’m too far gone.
Now I’m just a ghost
Of who could’ve been someone.
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Literature
Haunted
I gaze around this room. There's never less, never more. The orderly peeks in again, and I pretend to sleep. He makes sure I'm breathing still. These constant incursions would drive me crazy, if I wasn't there already. I can't blame them for checking. I don't want to be here. I don't want...to be. They took everything away from me; everything to cut or gouge or squeeze. All that's left is the pain; the twisting, the wrenching, the empty. That's all that's left of me. "A B C D E F G…"
I don't see an end, but I remember how it started. How betrayal and naïveté would leave me here to die, without remorse, or the batting of an eye. I'm seventeen, and I was so far ahead. I exceeded every expectation, blew through hurdles in my wake. I had it all in front of me, a future bright for all to see. Though my daddy said I wasn't his; drew lines throughout my memory. A beautiful boy said he loved me. My knight, my heart, my everything. He promised me eternity. I trusted him with all
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Literature
All Ends
If you cut you'll bleed
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie
If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry
If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly
If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.
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Torn Self by Blunell Torn Self :iconblunell:Blunell 364 0
Literature
Hate Crimes.
So let me get in your head,
See the things you think?
So if I'm gay, I should be dead.
and if I'm emo I need a shrink.
Because I'm white
I must be lazy.
I must want to start a fight
because I'm a punk with a mohawk and my clothes are too crazy.
So because I'm black
I must be in a gang
And I must have smarts that lack.
Because I talk in slang.
So I'm Irish and proud of it
I must be a drunk who likes to fight.
And my wrists are slit
I must be doing it out of spite!
Because I'm a guy
I can't get raped or go through abuse
And I must always lie
because my family are jews.
So my boobs are broad
I must be a slut
Because I cut
I must be suicidal or just a fraud.
So I'm male and I was raped by a guy
I guess now I'm just a slutty gay!
So I'm going to hell when I die
because I messed up in some way.
I'm a lesbian or as you say a "Dyke"
So I hate men.
And I got into a fight
So I wanna beat up every person I can?!
I'm from Japan,
So I can't drive
So I've had sex with more then one man
I shouldn't b
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My Own Personal Hell [Pose Ref for Drawing] by SenshiStock My Own Personal Hell [Pose Ref for Drawing] :iconsenshistock:SenshiStock 255 18
Literature
Suicide
It’s the cowards way out,
But I’m so tired of being strong.
It’s hard living everyday,
Wanting only to break down.
It’s a sin says mom,
It’s an illness says dad.
And my little baby brother,
Can’t help but give a frown.
I want to be perfect,
Someone people like.
But I’m such a tangled mess,
That can’t do anything right.
Pills will fix the problem,
Says my best friend one day.
But I wonder if she knows
What I think of every night.
I don’t have marks on my arms,
And I haven’t tried a million times.
But I look at every knife and ledge,
And lake wanting to drown.
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Teen issues 5: Suicide by liseva Teen issues 5: Suicide :iconliseva:liseva 202 94
Literature
Chained and Shamed
Nobody gets it.
I don’t want saving,
I don’t want ”friends”;
I just want all ends
To be met in red.
I hate how plain my skin is,
How it should be painted;
Scarlett.
I’m the addiction’s harlot,
I do as it must dictate
And when it tells me to seal my bloody fate;
I bloody well will.
I’m too full of blood,
I need to let some out.
But know this isn’t a shout
For help;
This is me coping
With how I’m hoping
Nobody’ll care when I go.
Cutting isn’t for attention;
It’s for a brief suspension
Of everything else.
It is mine and I’m its,
It doing as I want
And I its slave
Until there’s nothing left to save.
I don’t fear death
Half as much as I do breath.
Because I’d be lying
If I said dying
Wasn’t on my list of things to do today.
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Balance by Spinewinder Balance :iconspinewinder:Spinewinder 512 128 Red Death by NataliaDrepina Red Death :iconnataliadrepina:NataliaDrepina 302 13
Literature
Suicidal
Blood flows from our wrists,
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?
The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?
Others might refuse to see the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.
There are others like you out there,
You might not yet know where.
But they try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.
Every one of us needs a helping hand,
Facing these torments alone is something none can withstand.
But we would first need to admit and ask,
Be willing to take off this smiling mask.
Before we get to help to finally smile again,
And get rid of all this pain.
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Literature
depressed...
Not scarred physically
But inside the scars run deep,
Emotional scars that let the tears escape when no one is around.
Cut like a broken mirror
Forever looking into myself,
Trying to figure out what went wrong...
And then a voice tells me everything will be alright
I see your face and feel your touch,
And the pain eases.
You wipe my tears away,
And tell me not to worry...
And the scars begin to heal
I start to feel again, remembering what it means to cry
Remembering what it is to hate,
Remembering what it is to love...
Very slowly the scars begin to fade
And all the time you whisper,
That you will always be there
And everything will be ok...
And one day I WILL be myself again
no more scars
and no more tears,
And I'll know what it means to love...
And I'll know what it means to cry...
And I'll know what it means to be yours...
Forever ♥
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Literature
Plague Doctor
"Hello Plague Doctor"
"Your beak is a bit dull today"
"What, you have no time to polish it"
"Another man die?"
"A hundred you say"
"Tsk, tsk, plague has been getting around I see"
"Do I have it?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do"
"No, no I'm not concerned"
"You're not sure how long I'll live"
"Think nothing of it"
"I plan to have a cup of tea before dusk, then slit my wrists as they light the street lamps"
"Oh, the man who lights the street lamps is dead"
"Well, I'll just skip the tea"
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