Attempted Suicide Stories Novels & Stories

Voices that always pushed me to the break of my psychopathy, voices that were always there anytime I tried to end this fucking suffering and kill myself, even though I always end up chickening out at the last moment. "Anytime I tried to end my fucking suffering at last" Repeating the words and letting it fade away from my lips, indeed that was the horrible truth and this was never my first attempt of trying to do this, Oh God it wasn't. Shifting my gaze back to the object that would take me away from reality, with a painful grin creeping up on the side of my lips, the bitter truth to this one guy story was that not only have I held a knife up across my wrist, but also have I slashed it and w

He doesn't say a word, but I could feel his eyes boring daggers into my skin as I leaned backward into the bed; I couldn't give a hoot what he believed about me. Was I a pain in his ass? Hell yes, I tried to die, the first time but he swung in like fucking prince charming, saved me… I woke up in bed, said I was out for two days, And that same day I tried again, and then he had me on sedative. Making my wolf weak. I couldn't even claw myself anymore, and like that wasn't enough, I tried to drown myself, but a nosey maid just had to be around, and then I jumped… but my body could withstand high places; it was built sturdy, years of training and working out.

I was hurt and depressed; It was the first time I found purpose away from my revenge and just before me again everything was taken away” Levi began to cry, he couldn’t hold back the tears as he continued to narrate his story. “I didn’t know how to handle the trauma, it was difficult for me because the one woman I loved hated me and I couldn’t forgive myself for causing you pain. I couldn’t help my parents, I wasn’t there for my sister and I hurt the one woman I loved. The feeling of a lack of self-worth and loneliness drove me into depression again and I attempted suicide. “Oh my God, you what?” Bethany Said. “Yes, I attempted suicide. All I remember is that one night I couldn’t sleep and th

I exposed the long, vicious scar that ran almost all the way across my throat. Then I pushed both sleeves up and laid my arms flat on the table. Pale skin. A grid of old wounds — some deep, some shallow, none of them forgotten. His pupils blew wide. He stared at them. His breath started coming fast and shallow. "Nora—" He reached toward me, shaking, and stopped himself halfway. "Two suicide attempts." "Once with pills. Once with a blade."

I muttered. "When my parents died. My relatives said the same to me," I said. "My parents were coming to pick me from my friend's birthday party," I further said. "So you can understand what things I might have heard and I was like you. I blamed myself. I tried to do suicide but couldn't get courage," I said. "No one knows this but I indeed attempted to take my life and I regret it," I said, feeling him getting separated from me. "You are mad. Who does such things?" He angrily said.

the psychologist asked affectionately. "Yes, I remember, but I wasn't trying to kill myself!" Lara spoke, and after a moment, realizing that Patrícia didn't say anything and hearing her own words, she understood that, yes, the doctors believed she had attempted suicide. "I drank a lot, my head was strange, I was crying, I couldn't silence my thoughts at all, and eventually, I couldn't breathe. My heart was racing, and I remembered the medication you gave me. I thought that if I took one, I would be able to breathe and go back to normal."

she added. He was fidgeting on the floor, not sure what he was going to tell her but then he did. He told her how he fell into depression after his son died, followed by her ex-fiancé's suicide because she couldn't cope with the loss. He contemplated the idea of killing himself too, he even planned to do it a few times but didn't have the courage to go through it.

So maybe if I were to strike rock bottom or to have a not so surprising relapse- Maybe if I happen to climb that red bricked rooftop again, letting the wind away my hair- Maybe if I were to loose faith in happiness again, or in hope- It wouldn't take a near death experience to realize that it was all not worth it. Is it though? **** FIVE YEARS AGO "Jacqueline Baie Frodd, 18-" "-attempted suicide, visible head trauma-" "-hypotensive, possible abdominal bleedi-" The voices of each paramedic overshadowed the other as I was wheeled into the hospital. My eyes parted with blurry vision, failing to picture my environment. "She's dying. Somebody get a crash cart in here-"

I didn't answer immediately, thinking about the entire idiotic position I pushed myself into, Serena then continued seeing my prolonged silence, "Was it because of me? Were you pushed over the edge? I am so sorry. If I didn't let people walk all over then nothing of the sort would've happened." I shook my head in negative, "No it wasn't that, I just lost the will to live anymore." Serena gasped at this and even Austin, Brian and Jason who were sitting relaxed became stiff all of a sudden, "Due to the fact that I started stressing too much and the fact it didn't make it any easier that somehow my tormentors actually somehow appealed for the case to be reopened. After that accident I completel

He walked back to the chair with the glass and bottle of whiskey, he sat down and sniffled. "I tried to kill myself." He told her and Katherine gasped, clasping her lips with her hand. Alexander was the last person she thought would try to commit suicide, even when she lost everything, suicide never crossed her mind, she thought her story was pitiful, but his story was worst. "I cut my wrist with the thought that if I should bleed, I will be rushed out of that confinement, that I would have a chance to see the outside world before I die..." Tears rolled down his cheek as he drank again.