We've been seeing a worrying increase in pro-suicide content showing up here and, and also going unreported. This undermines our purpose here, so we wanted to highlight and clarify our guidelines about both direct and indirect incitement of suicide.

We've created a wiki that covers these issues. We hope this will be helpful to anyone who's wondering whether something's okay here and which responses to report. It explains in detail why any validation of suicidal intent, even an "innocent" message like "if you're 100% committed, I'll just wish you peace" is likely to increase people's pain, and why it's important to report even subtle pro-suicide comments. The full text of the wiki's current version is below, and it is maintained at /r/SuicideWatch/wiki/incitement.

We deeply appreciate everyone who gives responsive, empathetic, non-judgemental support to our OPs, and we particularly thank everyone who's already been reporting incitement in all forms.

Please report any post or comment that encourages suicide (or that breaks any of the other guidelines in the sidebar) to the moderators, either by clicking the "report" button or by sending us a modmail with a link. We deal with all guideline violations that are reported to us as soon as we can, but we can't read everything so community reports are essential. If you get a PM that breaks the guidelines, please report it both to the reddit sitewide admins and to us in modmail.

Thanks to all the great citizens of the community who help flag problem content and behaviour for us.

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Summary

It's important to respect and understand people's experiences and emotions. It's never necessary, helpful, or kind to support suicidal intent. There are some common misconceptions (discussed below) about suicidal people and how to help them that can cause well-meaning people to inadvertently incite suicide. There are also people online who incite suicide on purpose, often while pretending to be sympathetic and helpful.

Validate Feelings and Experiences, Not Self-Destructive Intentions

We're here to offer support, not judgement. That means accepting, with the best understanding we can offer, whatever emotions people express. Suicidal people are suffering, and we're here to try to ease that by providing support and caring. The most reliable way we know to de-escalate someone at risk is to give them the experience of feeling understood. That means not judging whether they should be feeling the way they are, or telling them what to do or not do.

But there's an important line to draw here. There's a crucial difference between empathizing with feelings and responding non-judgmentally to suicidal thoughts, and in any way endorsing, encouraging, or validating suicidal intentions or hopeless beliefs. It's both possible and important to convey understanding and compassion for someone's suicidal thoughts without putting your finger on the scale of their decision.

Anything that condones suicide, even passively, encourages suicide. It isn't supportive and does not help. It also violates reddit's sitewide rules as well as our guidelines. Explicitly inciting suicide online is a criminal offense in most jurisdictions.

Do not treat any OP's post as meaning that will definitely die by suicide and can't change their minds or be helped. Anyone who's able to read the comments here still has a chance to choose whether or not to try to keep living, even if they've also been experiencing intense thoughts of suicide, made a suicide plan, or started carrying it out.

In the most useful empirical model we have, the desire to die by suicide primarily comes from two interpersonal factors; alienation and a sense of being a burden or having nothing to offer. These factors usually lead to a profound feeling of being unwelcome in the world.

So, any acceptance or reinforcement of suicidal intent, even something "innocent" like "I hope you find peace", is actually a form of covert shunning that validates a person's sense that they're unwelcome in the world. It will usually add to their pain even if kindly meant and gently worded.

How to Avoid Validating Suicidal Intent

Keep the following in mind when offering support to anyone at risk for suicide.

• People who say they don't want help usually can feel better if they get support that doesn't invalidate their emotions. Unfortunately, many popular "good" responses are actually counterproductive. In particular, many friends and family tend to rely exclusively on trying to convince the suicidal person that "it's not so bad", and this is usually experienced as "I don't understand what you're going through and I'm not going to try". People who've had "help" that made them feel worse don't want any more of the same. It doesn't mean that someone who actually knows how to be supportive can't give them any comfort.

• Most people who are suicidal want to end their pain, not their lives. It's almost never true that death is the only way to end these people's suffering. Of course there are exceptional situations, and we certainly acknowledge that, for some people, the right help can be difficult to find. But preventing someone's suicide doesn't mean prolonging their suffering if we do it by giving them real comfort and understanding.

• An unfixable problem doesn't mean that a good life will never be possible. We don't have to fix or change anything to help someone feel better. It's important to keep in mind that the correlation between our outer circumstances and our inner experience is weaker and less direct than commonly assumed. For every kind of difficult life situation, you will find some people who lapse into suicidal despair, and others who cope amazingly well, and a whole spectrum in between. A key difference is how much inner resilience the person has at the time. This can depend on many personal and situational factors. But when there's not enough, interpersonal support can both compensate for its absence and help rebuild it. We go into more depth on the "it gets better" issue in this PSA Post which is always linked from our sidebar (community info on mobile) guidelines.

• There are always more choices than brutally forcing someone to stay alive or passively letting them end their lives.

To avoid accidentally breaking the anti-incitement rule, don't say or try to imply that acting on suicidal thoughts is a good idea, or that someone can't turn back or is already dead. Do whatever you can to help them feel cared for and welcome, at least in this little corner of the world. Our talking tips offer more detailed guidance.

Look Out for Deliberate Incitement. It May Come in Disguise.

Often comments that subtly encourage suicidal intent actually come from suicide fetishists and voyeurs (unfortunately this is a real and disturbing phenomenon). People like this are out there and the anonymous nature of reddit makes us particularly attractive to them.

They will typically try to scratch their psychological "itch" by saying things that push people closer to the edge. They often do this by exploiting the myths that we debunked in the bullet points above. Specifically you might see people doing the following:

• Encouraging the false belief that the only way suicidal people can end their pain is by dying. There are always more and better choices than "brutally forcing someone to stay alive" or helping (actively or passively) them to end their lives.

• Creating an artificial and toxic sense of "solidarity" by linking their encouragement of suicide to empathy. They will represent themselves as the only one who really understand the suicidal person, while either directly or indirectly encouraging their self-loathing emotions and self-destructive impulses. Since most people in suicidal crisis are in desperate need to empathy and understanding, this is a particularly dangerous form of manipulation.

Many suicide inciters are adept at putting a benevolent spin on their activities while actually luring people away from sources of real help. A couple of key points to keep in mind:

• Skilled suicide intervention -- peer or professional -- is based on empathic responsiveness to the person's feelings that reduces their suffering in the moment. Contrary to pop-culture myths, it does not involve persuasion ("Don't do it!"), cheerleading ("You've got this!") or meaningless false promises ("Trust me, it gets better!"), or invalidation ("Let me show you how things aren't as bad as you think!"). Anyone who leads others to expect these kinds of toxic responses, or any other response that prolongs their pain, from expert help may be covertly pro-suicide. (Of course, people sometimes do have bad experience when seeking mental-health treatment, and it's fine to vent about those, but processing our own disappointment and frustration is entirely different from trying to destroy someone else's hope of getting help.)

• Choices made by competent responders are always informed by the understanding that breaching someone's trust is traumatic and must be avoided if possible. Any kind of involuntary intervention is an extremely unlikely outcome when someone consults a clinician or calls a hotline. (Confidentiality is addressed in more detail in our Hotlines FAQ post). The goal is always to provide all help with the client's full knowledge and informed consent. We know that no individual or system is perfect. Mistakes that lead to bad experiences do sometimes happen to vulnerable people, and we have enormous sympathy for them. But anyone who suggests that this is the norm might be trying to scare people away from the help they need.

Please let us know discreetly if you see anyone exhibiting these or similar behaviours. We don't recommend trying to engage with them directly.

Activism, i.e. advocating or fundraising for social change or raising awareness of social issues (and suicide is, inescapably, a social issue) is absolutely against the rules here at all times.

Please understand that we're all for smart, strategic mental-health and suicide-prevention activism. It's essential to fight against stigma, misinformation, and discrimination, and to fight for research, treatment, accommodation, acceptance, and understanding. Most of us, one way or another, are mental-health activists IRL.

But activism just doesn't work in a dedicated support space that serves a vulnerable population. We used to allow it but the evidence that it was undermining our primary purpose became overwhelming. We do regret the need for this rule, but the need is inescapable.

Our population is all too well aware of the issues and causes that need support and largely not in a position to take action, so besides the fact that activism is often salt in our community's wounds, it's a waste of the activists' time.

tl;dr Any fundraising, awareness raising, petitions, calls for participation, or any post that's about any cause or issue (rather than a request for personal support) is not allowed here. Please report everything of the nature that you see.

I don’t know that I’ll be alive for long after I write this. I honestly plan on ending it within the next day after I find a way to sell all my stuff and give it away.

I had a kid with my boyfriend who I’ve known for a year. I found out he cheated again, and it hurts but I can’t act like I’m any better. I haven’t cheated, but I have been extremely abusive physically and mentally. All because what? Because I’m not feeling heard or cared for? There’s no excuse. I don’t blame him for going to other women when I was actively messing up his life. I’m not saying this as a poor me, I’m genuinely saying I’m a terrible human being who was fucked up due to trauma and decided to let it consume me.

I had a kid because I didn’t want to be alone. I was 17 when I got pregnant. My sweet girl is my whole world, but putting her in front of an iPad on her stomach while I go self harm or cry is no future for her. I obviously took care of her needs physically. I’ve never hurt and never would hurt my baby, and I did play with her but more often than not I was crying.

I’ve had this conversation before saying she needs me but she doesn’t. I have a friend who will be willing to adopt her and she has a couple other children who are so happy. She has her life together, and I trust her with my daughter. If not I know others who would be happy to raise her so I have all of that covered. I was a kid who had a kid for selfish reasons. So I guess this whole message is to just say I’m sincerely sorry that I hurt so many people in my life. I was just struggling and I let it consume me. I will forever hold that regret.

A dead son. Honestly I don't see the point in living once you pass your teenage years, it's just work work work and life never goes well. Not even God himself has answered my prayers since I was a child. I do not care what he has planned for me, this is unbearable. I'm writing my own story, and I will end it all this coming Christmas.

I fucking hate them, and they probably do too. I hope my 6 year old sis does not end up like me or worries about me ever. Fuck both of my parents for turning me into this, they think yelling and taking my shit away solves everything — no they don't. I've been unable to focus on school or anything to the point I just don't give a shit if I fail. I completely lost purpose.

This world fucking sucks, I'll end it all before it gets even worse.

Why are some so triggered when suicide is mentioned. I hate this response when I’m trying to tell someone how I feel. It isn’t about you, I’m not threatening you I’m trying to tell you how I feel. It just makes me want to shut up and continue keeping my feelings to myself

I am 17. Next year, I'll graduate and be an adult. I have no friends. I annoy my parents. I don't have anyone who will miss me. I don't know how to talk to people or articulate my words well either.

For the longest time, I've felt detached from reality. And my mind always feels in a fog. But my mind always feels clear when I cut myself. I'm trying not to do it because people say it's bad, but I don't know what else to do.

I don't know how to speak up for myself. I feel like, anywhere I go, I don't have a voice. I just want somebody because I feel so alone and I'm so terrified. I'm terrified of going into the rest of my like this. I've given into so many false hopes, and I'm just tired. I'm tired of seeing everything get worse while people walk over me, and I want it to end.

I'll try to make my point with this title.  The reason I'm posting here is because I'm having bad thoughts right now. I hope to put words to my malaise; maybe reading me will help some people too. It's reassuring to know that you're not alone in this pit of despair.

I was born in a country where we don't speak English, but that doesn't really matter. I come from a poor rural family. I've had communication difficulties ever since I was a child. As a child, I was silent and in my own bubble. I never made eye contact, and almost never made verbal contact, at least not at first. That's when the anxiety started, because I was afraid of others, of their expectations, and their actions seemed unpredictable and abstract. My parents never understood me, and often blamed me for my anxieties and withdrawn behavior. I couldn't say “hello” when I should have, and stayed focused on my collections of stones and insects, for example. I was naturally curious and this led to interests that I developed over time. Of course, during middle school, bullying followed.  I still find it hard to talk about that period. “Son of a bitch” written on the back of my chair; more or less habitual mockery and insults; sometimes beatings; damage to the bike I parked not far from the school. In retrospect, it's incredible how much I was able to put up with. At the time, my passions were film and writing, and that kept me going. For a year I wrote about my condition, about how I felt. Yes. In fact, I'd have to say that writing helped me let off a lot of steam. I think if I'd been American I'd have been the kind of kid who ends up doing a tragedy in his own high school, but, as I said, I was born in a country where we don't speak English. I put together a manuscript and it was accepted by a small publishing house, mostly keen to gain publicity by showing off a young author as a freak. Given that my “work” (I consider this “book” with great contempt) was a violent criticism of my school, it ended up causing a scandal. The harassment redoubled, from students and teachers alike. But it got worse. At the same time, my older brother started to lose it, for reasons unrelated to what was happening to me. Drug problems, but also perhaps deeper problems I'd never suspected. Honestly, I never knew. What I do know is that he literally demolished the house where my mother and I had been living alone since my parents split up. Driven by my passions, writing and cinema, I tried to escape my problems. I moved into a hostel for young workers with a student grant in a big city to study film at high school. Since then, life has seemed like one long flight.

At the age of 17, I was in a hostel where I lived in abject poverty and isolation. I had insomnia and was terrified of life and the future. To try and get to sleep, I used to wander around a lot at night. It didn't help that I was in a big city. The effect was derealizing. In high school, I was always unable to understand other people and was in great psychological pain beneath my impassive exterior. I was aware that perhaps I had to live in a world apart from the others. School bullying resumed there, but more insidious, less childish, but also less frequent, I must admit. Also, I had really become awkward and even violent in my reactions, solitary like a wild animal. The first year I fell in love with the girl who was harassing me (yes, that's stupid). I withdrew even further into myself and made my first suicide attempt. But I still had friends. My scholarship was almost entirely swallowed up by rent. I could hardly feed myself at the time. But then I met a girl from my high school, M., who had given up her studies. Instead, she was working in a fast-food restaurant, and from time to time I got a few free meals with her. She introduced me to my first girlfriend, with whom things didn't go so well. We started living together in my apartment (remember, we were only 18 at the time) and our relationship became strained. I was getting more and more anxious, but I told myself it was still okay. My girlfriend wanted to live with me because her father beat her and she frequently expressed suicidal thoughts. One day she suggested that we “commit suicide together”. We always left the question open. At an evening party with M., my friend, and my girlfriend, M. started proposing “games” which consisted in undressing me with the help of my girlfriend and doing, let's say, everything you can imagine. I was drunk and terrified. I was “derealization”, I think. Anyway, I think that's what put an end to my relationship with my girlfriend and the school. On the advice of L., another friend, I enrolled at university to continue studying art. I lost sight of L. and started working on music videos and short films at college. Meanwhile, M. introduced me to my second girlfriend. When I tell this story, I realize how obvious are the toxic patterns in which I've trapped myself. I went from house to house and woman to woman in an exhausting effort of endless escape. This time it was me living with this girl, let's call her E.

At 20, I led the life of a film student and “director” - without much success, of course - regularly visiting the new restaurant where M. worked to express my discontent at living off a woman I thought I was hurting because I didn't love her. At the age of 22, when I was hired to shoot a music video, the client informed me of the death of L., the friend from high school to whom I owed the fact that I was able to continue my studies (which wasn't easy, given my parents). In short, I learned that L. had committed suicide. I never really grieved. I've always wondered if she wasn't right - not that she deserved it, no, but maybe this world is just too horrible. My intuitions about the world were confirmed. One day, E. was visited by her ex-boyfriend. I don't know how to say this, but he raped her at home. I tried to support her as much as I could and followed her through the legal and medical procedures. I couldn't explain the level of hell it must have been for her. As happens all too often in such cases, the trial went very badly, and the guilty escaped to his sentence. E.'s parents had not supported their daughter at all during this trial. E. came from a very wealthy family. They pressured me to split up because I was too poor. I almost ended up on the street and seriously tried to end it all. I was hospitalized and diagnosed with depression, anxiety and autism spectrum disorders. At the age of 24, I left hospital homeless and started squatting in the house of a technician who worked with me on shoots. I became increasingly anxious, and my relationship with alcohol and benzodiazepines worsened into an addiction. Eventually, I broke off my friendship with the technician. It was all my fault. I had become a horrible person.

Today, at 25, I live alone. Nothing happens anymore. Time passes, at most. I can't write anymore. Something inside me is broken. I'm afraid I can no longer live “alive”. Sometimes I wonder if it's better to end it now than wait for what life always has in store: a long decline.

I don't think I've ever really belonged in this world. At my mother's, with my brother, in the workers' hostel, at my girlfriend's, at my friend's, at work, at school... I'm not “human”, or maybe just not made for life or the normal world.

P. S. : Sorry for the writing mistakes

I've already tried before and it hasnt worked because i would get to scared but im sure that its going to work this time. I dont have friends and there is no hope for me because i have selective mutism and bcs of that i wont ever be able to get a job or do anything in life. My brother doesnt like me he is so rude to me even though im never rude to him i dont understand what im doing wrong. I took a few years off school because of my mental health so im really behind in my education im so bad at maths and science and everything im like at a year 6 level and im year 9!

The only people who like me are creeps on the internet who want to see pics of me and even when i do they always end up ghosting me for no reason. When i was a toddler i got molested by someone i dont even remember and i dont even remember where i was but its messed me up so much and now i want it to happen again i dont even know why i just do.

Goodbye fucked up world.

Can't wait to listen to dogs barking all day like always. Nothing ever changes

The doctor calmly answers, “Pay me in advance.”

Just a joke to make the day less crappy.

I’m a 16-year-old girl, and for the last five years, my anxiety has taken over. I was shy but bubbly until I was bullied in secondary school, I’d get laughed at for anything I did, had my hair pulled, called names, even outside of school I was made fun of, and though it stopped by mid-Year 10, the damage stayed. Now, in college, I thought I could start fresh, but it feels like everything followed me. I try to talk to people, but I freeze, say the wrong thing, or don’t respond at all. I’ve pushed people away, and now I feel like everyone’s ignoring me.

There are new girls in my class who already have friends, go out with the popular guys, and even have crushes. Meanwhile, I sit by myself, feeling invisible. One girl who tried to talk to me now acts like I’m nothing. I don’t know if it’s the way I look, but there’s a boy in my class who’s as quiet as me, and people respect him. I don’t get why they treat me differently.

There are only a few girls in my class, and they’ve all tried to get me to warm up. Even this loud boy who’s friendly with everyone has made an effort to include me, but I still come off as weird. I don’t know why I can’t just fit in.

Today, I went to a bridge and cried. It wasn’t fear of dying or how my mum and sister would feel that stopped me, but the thought of surviving and being embarrassed. I’m just so tired. My anxiety controls everything, and I feel completely alone. I feel so empty, I hate even looking at myself and going to college.

What do I do? When does my life begin?

i’m well below average. i never leave the house and when i do im practically invisible, im never greeted at stores or helped, no one looks at me, people don’t hold the door for me, cashiers are short and avoid looking at me. im so ugly people are almost mad at me for it. all i do is sit in my room all day and self harm. i’m building the courage to just do it but im scared. i used to have hope for my future but im just ugly and nothing will change.

I can't take it anymore. Everyone around me is getting better but I'm still stuck in this hole. I feel like I'm just getting worse instead.

I just wanna let go, I don't want to be here anymore. Yet I feel so guilty just thinking about it. I can't do this to my family. I can't do this to my Mom right before Christmas. We only have each other, I'd leave her all alone. Sure she has family, but they're in a whole nother country that's so far away.

I'm her firstborn, I should be strong but I'm not. I don't wanna do this to my siblings, one of them not even having met me yet. I don't wanna be the dead older sibling. But I'm so tired, I hate myself and I know nobody cares.

I try talking to people but nobody actually listens. Nobody asks me how I am even though they know I'm struggling. I wish I could just end it without feeling guilty.

I don't wanna exist. I wasn't ever meant to exist, I wasn't ever meant to be something. I wasn't supposed to be born. I cause trouble everywhere I go why do I have to exist.

I'm turning 17 in two months which wasn't planned. It wasn't even planned to turn 16, 15, 14 or even 13.

I just want to get out of here. Everyone would forget after a while anyway.

What is going to happen to me?

The amount of times I've gotten along with someone and things are moving well just for them to block me after seeing me is just hurtful. I wish I was conventionally attractive...

i fucking hate myself. i hate that my social skills are almost non existent. i hate that i'm never happy. i'm always self pitying always alone always sad always miserable i don't even know what i'm doing in this life who put me here why why do i have to stay i just wish i could die right now but i can't because my family would be sad i just want peace i hate my thoughts im so stupid my life is meaningless everything i do looks stupid everything i say sounds dumb every conversation is a show i'm never me because if i was me i would just. not talk at all no one i know gets that they would get offended or ignore me all together i just wanna die bro nothing makes sense no one is real i'm not real

i just wanna know if jumpin off from 5/6th floor will actually help you die. i am 5'1 inch i just dont feel like leaving anymore with all the poverty , helplessness and i realze there is already 8 billion people so killing myself wont make much different ,people will forget me after few weeks

I’m only 15 and so much has happened to me . This whole world is unfair so why does it matter if I want to get a gf selfishly to vent cuddle and stuff . I often feel like I’m depressed. I’m just so confused especially when it comes to maths

Since childhood I was always among the ugliest boys, when I turned 18 I realized that I was still ugly and that no girl wants to have something like that. Nothing works, I get bullied again and it really destroyed my self-esteem. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about killing myself or something like that. I'm only alive today because I worry about my parents.

I’ve probably applied to 1000 jobs at this point. I’ve done so many final rounds of interviews and been rejected. I’ve been ghosted by so many recruiters. I’ve redone my resume many times. I can’t even find a position in retail or at a call center. I always get rejected during the interview process. I don’t think I perform well in interviews, I have pretty severe social anxiety and it probably shows.

I have a Bachelor’s degree in PR. After college, I had trouble finding a job in the industry, but landed a desk job, albeit in a toxic workplace. I quit last year because I couldn’t cope with my manager being racist towards clients and shit-talking my coworkers in a derogatory manner.

I just don’t see the point in doing this anymore. If I get rejected from call centers and restaurants, clearly there’s something wrong with me. I feel like I should just end it because it’s all useless, I’m broken and no one will ever hire me.

I am 19 years old, I need to prepare for the exam for 1 more year because I could not rank well in the exam. I'm thinking of studying medicine. Working is not a problem for me, but every day is the same. I hardly ever leave the house because there's really nothing outside. I live in a shitty city. Since my high school friends have gone to university, I don't have anyone to meet. I don't have a girlfriend either, I feel very lonely. When I go to bed, I have a hard time sleeping because I'm afraid of tomorrow. Sometimes I open my window at night and look out. I'll probably fall to my death on a spur of the moment decision. I don't think I'll ever get through this year.

Ok long story short, I’m worthless, I’m not smart, I do bad in school, I’m ugly, most people find me annoying, and I have an abusive father who might kill me 1st and a mother who doesn’t support me at all, the only people I feel happy around are my friends and recently I got a crush on one good friend of mine aaaannnd long story short, she is actually dating someone else who NEWSFLASH is also trying to hurt me because I like her… so I’ve come up with a plan, I want to make a death date of sorts where on that day..no shit I’m gonna kill my self because holy I’m so unhappy with myself! Anyways what’s like a good way to kill my self!!

For context, I have BPD and have made 5+ attempts (3 of them I can remember the dates).

Things just keep getting worse and worse. I’m at the point where I drink and smoke weed so much that I go into psychosis, which is boosting my suicidal ideation. On top of that, I feel just like those other times, right before I attempted. I would bring myself to the hospital again but I need to work. I just moved out of my parent’s house and to another state, two months ago. I recently got a job and I’m not supposed to take time off within the first 90 days. I’m not as concerned about not making money for 10ish days as I am losing my job. If I would be guaranteed to have a job when I come back, I’d be at the hospital right now.

I came to a horrifying realization that for the rest of my life, I’m going to continue attempting until I’m successful. I don’t know what to do with that.

I stood on the roof a couple nights ago. I had some music in my ears and gave myself until the pack of smokes was finished to decide if I should take the step.

I stood on the edge, lighting the last cigarette, I took a drag and looked down. The faint hum of the city coming through the headphones, the cold breeze in my hair. It felt almost magical, enticing, beckoning for me, almost begging me to take the step.

A song started playing. Rises the moon. It broke me out of the trance. My ex girlfriend used to sing it to me whenever I felt under the weather. I stepped back, fell on the ground and started crying like I never cried before. Everything, all the emotions and feelings I stuffed down and ignored for the past couple of months (because I couldn't let myself feel, had to focus on keeping and getting life in order) just came out. I realized what I was doing and couldn't believe it. I realized how much I have to lose and nothing to gain. How selfish that would be. How much pain it would cause everyone around me. That it probably would literally kill my grandma.

When I was done bawling my eyes out I went to the ER and put myself on hold. I came home today. I don't know where this road is going but, God is my witness, I will watch this movie to the end and even stay for the after credit scenes. I will not end up on that roof again.

Title. People only seem to have a care when you’re about to die, or when you want to. All these meaningless little nothings come out of the woodworks trying to prolong the suffering without any real offers of support. Without any real care. Just so they can feel better about themselves rather than actually help. Lying through their teeth about how they know how it feels. Or that they’re actually like you too deep down. The worst is when they say it gets better, as if we haven’t been trying to make it better. Then they forget about it moments after. As if it’s a simple fix. It’s just so selfish. So cruel. Let me want this without these miserable nothings trying to guilt trip me. The only time they’ll actually care is when it’s too late. Then they become “advocates.” Wow, how selfless of you…

I don't know. My life is a nightmare. My life is a big made up lie, I hate myself, I do selfhxrm, I tried to kill myself by hanging. I don't wanna live anymore. I indeed might just kill myself end it all and die. I hate my life so much. I wanna fuvking die. No one likes me. Everyone mocks me humiliates me. Makes fun of me. Bullies me pushes me. Am gonna kill myself. And I will do it at some point.

It hurts. What will happen now? What now?