By Category: Emotional Pain & Mental Illness

“Break the bones and the body will heal. Break the spirit and the body will die.”

-Anonymous

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“Conformity is suicide. Imitation is Suicide. Love is Suicide. Suicide is self-expression.

'Suicide - The most sincere form of self criticism'
Plato said that under certain circumstances suicide can be justified. These included extra ordinary sorrow, unavoidable misfortune, intolerable disgrace...

Too bad, Life is the slowest form of Suicide”

-Anonymous

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“I'll draw you a picture,
I'll draw it with a twist,
I'll draw it with a razorblade,
I'll draw it on my wrist.
And if I draw it correctly,
a red fountain will appear...
to wash away my sorrows,
to chase away my fears.”

-Anonymous

Recommended by Caitie.

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“Icy claws with tender touches are the gifts she brings to me. Swallowed in the mindless void of sex and misery.”

-Anonymous

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“Missing someone feels like the earth crumbles beneath you -- you are falling with nothing to grab, and it comes when you don't expect it, and it never stops coming.”

-Anonymous

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“No-one to turn to
No-one to trust
The love in my heart
Just turns to dust.”

-Anonymous

Recommended by Ginger.

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“Out of pain beauty does come.”

-Anonymous

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“Some days it feels impossible to breathe just one more breath. Some days it feels too possible to contemplate my death.”

-Anonymous

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“Walking across the thin ice of my dreams, Fearing the cold waters of reality beneath me. Yet onward I tred.”

-Anonymous

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“When will people understand that words can cut as sharply as any blade, and that those cuts leave scars upon our souls.”

-Anonymous

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“Why? Why do I feel so gone? I am now so distant I just don't belong.
Now I'm ripped away from existence. I've become so transparent that I lost all substance.
Sitting nowhere, breathing fake air. We don't feel anymore, so we can't care.
Its about time I clear my throat. Let the hellish screams out till I begin to float.

I'd run a million miles from here, just to get out of this cage and escape from fear.
You know you're screwed when you crave pain, you wanna bleed all throughout your brain.
The blood in my veins is proof of life. I'm not sure if its there, so I reveal it with a knife.
Not me any more, don't know myself. Prisoner in my own skin, I no longer comprehend health.

It's all in the family they used to say. It's all in the family so it must be ok.
They hurt and rape her, they slash and tear her, they kill and torture, they love the terror.
We are our own army so lets retaliate. Fight, destroy, show them real hate.
Look at the fire in her eyes. That roaring beast never hides.

She lost all she ever had. Blood seeps through her skin cause it hurts so bad.
Her shattered heart pounds against her breast, scattered pieces cutting holes in her chest.
Slowly she fades as she quickly she drowns. Covered in guilt, sequestered from sounds.
Tilting on the edge, about to fall off. Her mind is so lacerated it has become leathery and soft”

-Anonymous

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“I used to think I was the only one who felt things, but I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity. It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would really be a gory, blood-smeared earth.”

-Go Ask Alice, Anonymous

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“There was never a genius without a tincture of madness.”

-Aristotle

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“Anyone here had a go at themselves
for a laugh? Anyone opened their wrists
with a blade in the bath? Those in the dark
at the back, listen hard. Those at the front
in the know, those of us who have, hands up,
let's show that inch of lacerated skin
between the forearm and the fist. Let's tell it
like it is: strong drink, a crimson tidemark
round the tub, a yard of lint, white towels
washed a dozen times, still pink. Tough luck.
A passion then for watches, bangles, cuffs.
A likely story: you were lashed by brambles
picking berries from the woods. Come clean, come good,
repeat with me the punch line 'Just like blood'
when those at the back rush forward to say
how a little love goes a long long long way.”

-I Say I Say I Say, Simon Armitage

Recommended by Sebastian Kafka.

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“I myself spent nine years in an insane asylum and I never had the obsession of suicide, but I know that each conversation with a psychiatrist, every morning at the time of his visit, made me want to hang myself, realizing that I would not be able to cut his throat.”

-Antonin Artaud

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“There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.”

-Van Gogh, the Man Suicided by Society, Antonin Artaud

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“Madness is private... Madness is only an amplification of what you already are”

-Surfacing, Margaret Atwood

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“And so this is the price
The damage done
To be happily free of what is worth the effort
But then caught from the sea as though a fish in danger
I see nothing but this net
Crafted from the hands of those who I cherished most.”

-Unworthy of Heart, Audri

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“You know the games I play
And the words I say
When I want my own way
You know the lies I tell
When you've gone through hell
And I say I can't stay
You know how hard it can be
To keep believing in me
When everything and everyone
Becomes my enemy and when
There's nothing more you can do
I'm gonna blame it on you
It's not the way I want to be
I only hope that in the end you will see
It's the Opheliac in me,
it's the Opheliac in me.”

-Opheliac, Emilie Autumn

Recommended by Shay.

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“When everything is at its worst, your mind just throws it all into the wastebasket and goes to Florida for a little while. There is a sudden electric what-the-hell glow as you stand there looking back over your shoulder at the bridge you just burnt down.”

-Rage, Richard Bachman (Stephen King)

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“He realized how miserable and unknown and vulnerable he was in the world. The universe seemed to shriek and clatter and roar around him like a huge and indifferent jalopy rushing down a hill and toward the lip of a bottomless chasm. ”

-The Running Man, Richard Bachman (Stephen King)

Recommended by Shay.

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“Pinch me, pinch me because I'm still asleep
Please God, tell me that I'm still asleep.”

-Pinch Me, Barenaked Ladies

Recommended by Shay.

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“My hands are locked up tight in fists
My mind is racing filled with lists
Of things to do and things I've done
Another sleepless night's begun.”

-Who Needs Sleep, Barenaked Ladies

Recommended by Shay.

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“'So the loss of memory applies to the later part of your service in France, but the early part - the first six months or so - is comparatively clear?'

'Ye-es.'

Rivers sat back in his chair. 'Would you like to tell me something about that early part?'

'No.'

'But do you remember it?'

'Doesn't mean I want to talk about it.' He looked round the room. 'I don't see why it has to be like this anyway.'

'Like what?'

'All the questions from you, all the answers from me. Why can't it be both ways?'

'Look, Mr Prior, if you went to the doctor with bronchitis and he spent half the consultation telling you about his lumbago, you would not be pleased. Would you?'

'No, but if I went to my doctor in despair it might help to know he at least understood the meaning of the word.'

'Are you in despair?'

Prior sighed, ostentatiously impatient.

'You know, I talk to a lot of people who are in despair or very close to it, and my experience is that they don't care what their doctor feels. That's the whole point about despair, isn't it? That you turn it on yourself.'

'Well, all I can say is I'd rather talk to a real person than a strip of empathic wallpaper.'

Rivers smiled. 'I like that.'

Prior glared at him.”

-Regeneration, Pat Barker

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“I have been dying since October. I wake up at night so afraid, so terrified, that I couldn't be that afraid while awake. It has taken its toll. I have come to hate this life in this system of things. I have come to have no hope.”

-Mark O. Barton

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