Songs About Suicidal Thoughts Novels & Stories

Tears went down her cheeks and onto her chest and arms and she still stayed silent while she did it, causing more hurt. The endless amount of suicidal thoughts that ran through her mind were like spaceships, flowing constantly. She thought about how much better other girls were at hair and makeup and life that it hurt more and more. Thoughts overruled her mind like a bright light that never went dead. Exhaustion seemed hard to fight on a constant battle, so she let herself be drowned by it. In it, there was nothing but a dark, empty abyss of sadness and overwhelm.

But again no one is me. I can't make it stop But I can't hold anymore. I'm losing myself slowly As days passing by lately I don't know Until, how long. I can hold on I can't sleep at nights The overthinking is not fine But I can't help it I want everything to stop please These days people scare me I can't look them into eyes These days I can't eat Because I don't feel at ease I know I'm not alone I have people around me But they don't seem to notice

All I got was a bullet to my heart And I thought I was bulletproof, I wish I was bulletproof But I’m just a house without a roof Here comes the run down and I’m more than ready to sing this part. I added this bridge hoping to evoke the moment of realization that he’d never see me and that he’d never fall in love with me. I promised I would keep my eyes dry So I decided to let the doves cry And when I combust with fever, I’ll jump into a river And if it goes colder then I would just shiver You could’ve used a thousand darts Instead you shot a bullet to my heart

But even as pleasure built, a cold thought slipped through: What if the person coming for me… isn’t an enemy? What if it’s someone from my p…? I pushed the thought away as Noah added a second finger, and Zedekiah finally rose from his chair, knife forgotten, eyes promising sin. Tonight, I didn’t want to think. Tonight, I just wanted to drown in them.

(Gone too Soon by Daughtry. "Today could have been the day That you'd blow out your candles Make a wish as you closed your eyes Today could have been the day Everybody was laughing Instead I just sit here and cry Who would you be? What would you look like When you looked at me for the very first time? Today could have been the next day of the rest of your life."

My throat aches from screaming. And all I can think is: This isn’t love, it is prison. #####################

I’m going to rock this! Seldom eating/drinking cold foods and drinks. So I can also sing a song on a high note. I put the number of the song in the karaoke. I started singing. Tourniquet By: Evanescence “I tried to kill the pain But only brought more (so much more) I lay dying And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal I’m dying, praying, bleeding and screaming Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost?” The crowd’s screams again, even Dwyne. Supportive, eh? My god! The way these people screamed feels like I really am having my concert.

] [Please come back—I have a secret] [Dreamt you told me to leave you alone] [I can't stop missing you] [How do I make it stop?] [Please! Come back...] [They say the dead don't come back] [I took pills to see you] [In the hallucination, you said you loved me too] [I held you tight and whispered back, "I love you too."] [But you can't love me] [I tried to tell myself that your heart belongs to someone else, that I should just let go. But every time I close my eyes, I still see your face. It's like my heart won't listen to my head.]

The lyrics seemed to mirror my own thoughts, as if the artist had somehow crawled inside my head and put my innermost turmoil into words. The suicidal urge to hunt Samson down still lingered, despite Mrs. Deli's warnings. I didn't care if Samson could crush me with his bare hands; I just needed answers. I yearned for my mother, for the only family I had ever known. Was it so wrong for a grown man to crave that connection so deeply? I didn't care anymore; I was willing to stare death in the face if it brought me closer to the truth.

Almost in tears, I choked out, “Where… where am I supposed to go? I have no one and no money.” “I don’t care!” He yelled at me, making me flinch. Then his lips curled into a cruel smirk. “I read your diary, River. I know about those suicidal thoughts you keep scribbling down. Maybe now’s the best time to do the world a favor… and see it through, yes?” The floor tilted beneath me. My throat burned with unshed tears as the words sank deep into my bones. This was it. My life was over.