SecretDissociation
Suicide enthusiast
- Sep 11, 2022
- 90
The urge is so strong. The urge to die. I truly am alone in this world. Even while in a living room with mother and sister, even while in a flat the size of a classroom, I feel utterly alone, void, empty, numb.
Tomorrow morning, I think I am going to overdose on cocodamol and diazepam. I don't have anything else. I should have bought alcohol or something. I did my part and went back to religion after two years. I tried to kill myself because of religion, because he wouldn't leave me alone. He would make me sleep deprived, force me to pray, and when I tried to die and got out of hospital he tried to exorcise me. He read the qur'an and said "do you feel anything?" I never prayed with my family ever again since that day. I stopped praying since that day.
And I have confirmed, religion has no salvation for me. Islam has no salvation. I only prayed for my mother. If there is a God there, I want them to accept the prayers of my mother. She has lived her life in hell, and I will not be there to make it better.
Cocodamol and diazepam, it better fucking work. I left a note on instagram. If I don't go through with it then fuck future me. But I can't fail for the 6th time. No, no, no I can't do that. Pretending that everything is okay the day after. I can't go on living like this if it means just hurting myself. All I do is hurt myself to feel something, self-harm, sleep deprivation, being naive on purpose, letting people use me so that I can feel some sort of appreciation then being forgotten and left to rot because I am just a tool.
Screw life, go play with another soul, another being.
Tomorrow morning, I think I am going to overdose on cocodamol and diazepam. I don't have anything else. I should have bought alcohol or something. I did my part and went back to religion after two years. I tried to kill myself because of religion, because he wouldn't leave me alone. He would make me sleep deprived, force me to pray, and when I tried to die and got out of hospital he tried to exorcise me. He read the qur'an and said "do you feel anything?" I never prayed with my family ever again since that day. I stopped praying since that day.
And I have confirmed, religion has no salvation for me. Islam has no salvation. I only prayed for my mother. If there is a God there, I want them to accept the prayers of my mother. She has lived her life in hell, and I will not be there to make it better.
Cocodamol and diazepam, it better fucking work. I left a note on instagram. If I don't go through with it then fuck future me. But I can't fail for the 6th time. No, no, no I can't do that. Pretending that everything is okay the day after. I can't go on living like this if it means just hurting myself. All I do is hurt myself to feel something, self-harm, sleep deprivation, being naive on purpose, letting people use me so that I can feel some sort of appreciation then being forgotten and left to rot because I am just a tool.
Screw life, go play with another soul, another being.