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Legion online Verified User (8 months, 3 weeks) Long Term User Shouts: 43 #
An Undisclosed Location | 1 month, 1 week ago (6 minutes after post)

Suicide pervention, Now wouldn’t it be nice if the goverment in this country would have something like this.

Last suicide prevention organisation i called in desperation, said they couldn’t help me and hung up.

Here a suicide is a piece of the local paper usually reserved for advertisement.

Some day a poem of this will be the last thing people hear of me.

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An Unknown Location | 1 month, 1 week ago (9 minutes after post)

It sounds like religion was used to twist your perception and justify causing you pain. You deserve to be in a place where you are safe, loved, and supported. This is my mantra–the statement I use to keep the demons of the past from overtaking me in the present. So hard to love oneself and be merciful to oneself if one has not been shown love or mercy.

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Legion online Verified User (8 months, 3 weeks) Long Term User Shouts: 43 #
An Undisclosed Location | 1 month, 1 week ago (15 minutes after post)

jebersb wrote:
It sounds like religion was used to twist your perception and justify causing you pain. You deserve to be in a place where you are safe, loved, and supported. This is my mantra–the statement I use to keep the demons of the past from overtaking me in the present. So hard to love oneself and be merciful to oneself if one has not been shown love or mercy.

It’s no so much religion, it’s more the state of mind of the people around me. “And then i mean this region”. Expressing feelings is seen as a weakness, And can actually make you end up with a set of broken ribs. As feelings here, are for women and homosexuals “I’m not against homosexual people”. A MAN! Does not show feelings. He constantly stays on top of this. Kicking people down that get close to him. If he doesn’t he’s a loser.

It makes me want to murder every last person that even kicked me down. But i know thats not an option so the hate turns to the easy source. Myself.

Eventually i’ll end it, i know this time will come. And with 20 suicides a year in this village alone, it won’t even be odd.

I just don’t want to die alone. Without love without friends.

Normaly at this point people would break into tears, but even that is now beyond me. There’s nothing. In fact i believe i might have already died inside.

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An Undisclosed Location | 1 month, 1 week ago (56 minutes after post)

Legion wrote:
Suicide pervention, Now wouldn’t it be nice if the goverment in this country would have something like this.

Last suicide prevention organisation i called in desperation, said they couldn’t help me and hung up.

Here a suicide is a piece of the local paper usually reserved for advertisement.

Some day a poem of this will be the last thing people hear of me.

almost every country in the world has a suicide prevention line. ring the one above if you are desperate, you dont need to be in the same country.
or, rather than relying on other people to fix you, search yourself and find the reasons for your suicidality, take some responsibility for your own life, and seek your own answers.
no one is just going to hand them to you, in fact no one CAN do this, only you. if where you are is not healthy for you, then leave.
be proactive, all i have seen from you so far is submissive acceptance.

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Poem: I’m Fine.

A poem about lies, in a way.

I’m Fine.

Feelings of fear and dread run wild
But why do I feel this, Rage doesn’t stop.
Even when I push it away, the memories.
I still feel the pain I felt since a child.

I’m pleased I feel anything, the fear.
Unable to recover from my past slow.
Unable still to control the pain, caged.
How do I know my end isn’t still near?.

Eclipse of the heart, born to annoy.
Comfort a sin, something I don’t deserve
No one to love, is this the life I live?
Am I only blessed the gift to destroy?.

Is death the only reward I get in life?
As the future seems darkened.
Vague to my sight, unseen hidden.
Yet the past is clear, filled with strife.

Suicide a mortal sin, Weak and cowardly.
But comfort of the highest grade.
Freedom at own choice, at own hand.
From the curses of the past, free.

Hiding in this shell, this body of mine.
Tormented by memory, unable to cry.
Wearing the mask, shielding emotions.
What are you doing?, Nothing, I’m fine.

Legion.

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