Dave I had no idea I’m so sorry
You never thought anyone would notice. Hell, you never thought it mattered.
It started small (doesn’t everything?), with an idle nick on the underside of your calf. Not the wrists, because that was too easy; that meant you were seeking attention, the internet said, and you weren’t, damnit. Attention was never your goal. This wasn’t some weird cry-for-help.
You just wanted the hole in your gut to feel a little less empty.
It grew from there, though. You found out why people preferred their arms: it hurt more. After a few weeks, you just started wearing long sleeves. Nobody ever questioned it. It was the beginning of fall. Why would anybody question it?
Hell, for them to question it, they’d have to notice you were there first.
Some days, you wished you weren’t. Some days, it didn’t seem worth it. You got up, you went to school, you fought your way through class, you ate lunch alone, you struggled with your homework, you came home. You locked the door behind you when you woke up, you unlocked it when you got off the bus.
On those days, the blade dug a little deeper.
You saw your Bro less and less, because he never checked your room, and you rarely left it. There were raps to write, and stories to get lost in. There were movies to watch. There was not a single fucking reason for you to interact with the outside world.
Every day was the same. You’d fit your key into the lock, the door would click open, and you’d call into an empty house. “Bro, you home?”
He never was. Work, he said.
Always work. Always something.
Until the day it wasn’t anymore.
Until one day you came home, and you barely got the word ‘home’ out of your lips before your brother was crushing your form against his chest, hugging you so tight you couldn’t breathe, whispering choked apologies into your ear, ragged promises that he’d be there for you, that he was always there for you, that he was so goddamn fucking sorry he’d ever let you feel like you were fighting against the world alone.
You think about denying it, about laughing it off.
He yanks up your sleeve, fingers playing over old scars, fresh wounds.
You break.
He’s there as you sink to the floor, his arms strong around you. He asks you what you need, his voice full of anxious concern, and you tell him this, just this, because all you’ve ever needed is someone to be there when you’re weak, to hold you when you can’t stand, to be your backup when the world is too much.
He asks you why you didn’t say anything, and you shrug helplessly. What was there to say?
“Anything,” he says. “Anything at all.”
You shake your head. “This,” you say, gesturing at your scars, “Was never a cry for help.”
“Yes it was,” he answers. “You just didn’t realize it.”
(Fonte: necrohomocon)
cant stop crying
Everyone needs to reblog this, this is so amazing.
im legit sobbing right now
This is the stuff that needs 47537476243 notes.
im crying so hard this is perfect
I am in tears omg
I will reblog this every time I see it
shivers
chills entire time
(Fonte: roxylennon)
war kills people from the inside out sometimes
“In war, there are no unwounded soldiers.”
i think i’ve posted this before but it’s so powerful
6pa:
15 year old student jumps from a 5th story window at school because of being bullied. Stop bullying.
I just sat here and watched the reactions of the people who were walking past, not once did one of them keep walking, they went straight over, It was overwhelming when I saw the guy in the background in the far right just suddenly start running as fast as he could towards the kid. These people are complete strangers and they care about you. Never think no one gives a shit, because I can guarantee they do
http://dawnkuwabara.tumblr.com/ask (Suicide Trigger Warning) has resolved to take their life in the next 24 hours.
Urgent Red Alert - immediate suicide risk
Please only ‘like’ this post if you are responding to it, so that we can tell who has been helped and who still needs help. If you are not responding but want to help, please reblog rather than ‘like’ to avoid misleading us about who has been assisted.
Please visit compassionalert.tumblr.com for more alerts like this.
Please, if any of you have the time, reach out to this person!
This feels so…… Surreal…. I never thought I’d actually be killing myself…..
This is Kylie’s father. She is at the hospital and will recover.
To those who reached out to the police here in town: Thank you so much. You possibly saved her life.
To those who “liked” her post, or those who offered suggestions like “you should have crushed the pills”…for those who did nothing at all…screw you.
Kylie’s focus will now be on getting well and she will not be back on Tumblr. I just wanted to let the people who truly cared know that she will be ok.
So glad she’s alive and okay, I was worried that by the time we called, it was too late.
Posting so others can see what’s going on.
My eyelids are so heavy…
OKAY SERIOUSLY SOMEONE PLEASE CALL 911 OR THIS GIRLS CELL 9735573106 BECAUSE SHE IS COMMITTING SUICIDE PLEASE SOMEONE CONTACT HER
SIGNAL BOOSTING THIS. My friends and I called and no one answered. Please guys, call this girl. It may not be too late yet.
EDIT: Found posts that says she’s made it to a hospital and she’s going to be okay. Thank god.
http://nothing-e-v-e-r-lasts.tumblr.com/
Jamey took his own life on Saturday, he was being bullied for being Gay for years. Jamey was found dead outside his home Sunday morning, but Amherst police would not release any details on how he killed himself. Students had been posting hate comments with gay references on his Formspring account, “JAMIE IS STUPID, GAY, FAT ANND UGLY. HE MUST DIE!” one post said. Another read, “I wouldn’t care if you died. No one would. So just do it :) It would make everyone WAY more happier!” Now that Jamey’s gone, no one’s happier. May you rest in Paradise, Jamey. You deserve it. You’re definitely missed, by plenty. By strangers, by family, by relatives, by friends, by people you may have never known. Paws Up Forever.
im reblogging this because it is real.
~ http://online.wsj.com/article/APacee61abcdd34b4dbdc4724923c17a47.htm
Saw this on the news, so sad :(
i wish i could have ben there for you <3 i love you jayme <333 rest in peace my loverly c: i didn’t even know you and i miss you
The story didn’t end here. Lady Gaga talked about him on her show, that she lost a little monster that week and she knew he watched it from above. Ellen DeGeneres said something needed to be done. Lady Gaga said on twitter that she’s meeting Barack Obama, that they needed “a law for Jamey” against bullying. She said she would not stop fighting. For that, my deepest respect to her.
(Fonte: mir-nda)
The Story of Kyle
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.
We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.
On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.
Posts like this disgust me.
Nobody who is truly suicidal gives a fuck what anyone else thinks. They don’t care how many notes something gets or how long they will put it off for.
This is for attention and disgusting. You are trying to get attention off something that is a serious matter and is a disgrace.
I know because I was suicidal at a point last year. When I was un-medicated and my Major Depressive Disorder was at its peak. It didn’t make a difference what anyone said or did because it is a deep rooted mental issue.
Stop making posts like this.
FUCKING THIS ^ THANK YOU.
(Fonte: howcouldhell-b-anyworse)
