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RandomDude1234
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- Sep 19, 2018
- 59
I don't know what to do.
My heart and mind is like this swirling pool of darkness and future seems like a unhinged monsters, ready to swallow me whole. I want to just stop existing when I'm at a relatively high point in my life, with no outwardly issues.
Small small issues get me spiraling like crazy. I attach myself to things very fast just to give my pitiful existence more reasons to continue.
And it's pathetic. I know what I'm doing but I let myself be deluded by my own desies.
I have shifted the goalpost to die so many times. Each time I give myself a new deadline and feel shittier when I move it.
I haven't had a reason to live now for years, not a permanent long term reason anyway. I force myself to like new things so I use them as a crutch and have something to look forward too.
But I'm tired.
My mind if tired.
My heart is tired.
I don't want to die because it will cause too much pain to so many people.
I just want to stop existing so my departing causes as little pain as possible.
I don't want my non-existence to cause a ripple of sadness and depression, as I'm sure it will cause now. My suicide will leave a lot of people mentally scarred for life.
I don't want to be the source of anyone's pain.
But I also don't want to continue anymore. Enough is enough.
This life has no purpose and the world as a whole will be better without me.
It's like I'm stuck in this ever shrinking box which is shrinking at a snail's pace. I know it will eventually crush me to death but the anticipitation is unbearable.
I can die any moment I want to; I have spent years researching methods and gathering supplies. I have access to atleast four different suicide methods within 5 feet of me.
And if I was sure that it won't cause others pain, I would have done it already.
I would have done it over a dozen times today.
But I don't want to be the cause of other people pain. Maybe it's my brain's best way of forcing me to continue this unpleasant existence.
I know, no one can help me in this situation, except me. But I don't know what to do. I really don't.
Even my doctor doesn't know that I'm spiraling again; I see no benefit in telling them and continuing this stupid cycle.
I feel like I want to scream but I have no mouth.
I feel like I want to run but I have no legs and I'm tied to a wall.
I know what I want and yet I don't.
This all probably doesn't make a hell lot of sense. But thank you for being the void I can scream in without needing a mouth.
My heart and mind is like this swirling pool of darkness and future seems like a unhinged monsters, ready to swallow me whole. I want to just stop existing when I'm at a relatively high point in my life, with no outwardly issues.
Small small issues get me spiraling like crazy. I attach myself to things very fast just to give my pitiful existence more reasons to continue.
And it's pathetic. I know what I'm doing but I let myself be deluded by my own desies.
I have shifted the goalpost to die so many times. Each time I give myself a new deadline and feel shittier when I move it.
I haven't had a reason to live now for years, not a permanent long term reason anyway. I force myself to like new things so I use them as a crutch and have something to look forward too.
But I'm tired.
My mind if tired.
My heart is tired.
I don't want to die because it will cause too much pain to so many people.
I just want to stop existing so my departing causes as little pain as possible.
I don't want my non-existence to cause a ripple of sadness and depression, as I'm sure it will cause now. My suicide will leave a lot of people mentally scarred for life.
I don't want to be the source of anyone's pain.
But I also don't want to continue anymore. Enough is enough.
This life has no purpose and the world as a whole will be better without me.
It's like I'm stuck in this ever shrinking box which is shrinking at a snail's pace. I know it will eventually crush me to death but the anticipitation is unbearable.
I can die any moment I want to; I have spent years researching methods and gathering supplies. I have access to atleast four different suicide methods within 5 feet of me.
And if I was sure that it won't cause others pain, I would have done it already.
I would have done it over a dozen times today.
But I don't want to be the cause of other people pain. Maybe it's my brain's best way of forcing me to continue this unpleasant existence.
I know, no one can help me in this situation, except me. But I don't know what to do. I really don't.
Even my doctor doesn't know that I'm spiraling again; I see no benefit in telling them and continuing this stupid cycle.
I feel like I want to scream but I have no mouth.
I feel like I want to run but I have no legs and I'm tied to a wall.
I know what I want and yet I don't.
This all probably doesn't make a hell lot of sense. But thank you for being the void I can scream in without needing a mouth.