Suicidal Paragraphs Novels & Stories

She just couldn’t pinpoint why so. What’s these suicide cases got to do with her? Were her parents aware of such an occurrence? She doubted that. Because if that’s to be the case, they would think twice about going there. Or would they? After all, the news only reported it as a suicide. As she was drowned with her thoughts, the screen of her phone has suddenly been filled with small, blurry, hexagons, concealing the article and the backgrounds. From the blurriness came a manly face whose thick lips were curved into a smirk. He’s got a dangerous beetle-black eye that was embedded with almost the same pattern as Zheira’s orbs.

TW: mentions of abortion and suicidal ideation. What if I finally die? That’s what I thought every day. Then I would stop being a burden to everyone and all the voices of the dead would finally shut up. I'd stop being a burden to myself. I would be better off with the Traga ancestors and, though they already plagued me day and night they would be the only voices. They won't be in my head anymore. I'd be a part of them. I'd ask Traga himself why he hated me so much. Why did he let me come into this world of rejection and shame? Incapable of love and passion.

◇NO POV◇ parv is not understanding anything what to do he is sobbing silently in his room while drinking for whole night he wanted to scream and ask what is this feeling he was angry at the sametime upset with confusion her words are running in his mind He is repeating the same words whole night and day who am I what am I he is in the vulnerable state He is thinking to himself "why you also decided to leave me sarah Am I that unworthy for your love can't you give a single chance to my feelings damn it

I began to cross the street after finding the right directions and I was already getting mad at his response. “I get it… I do and I see why you would be worried, but I don’t want to hurt myself.” I forcefully tell him. “You need to understand the seriousness when talking about suicide and when someone can be suicidal. Before meeting Elliot or you or even coming to this school, I spent days waking up just trying to find ways to get through the day and telling myself that I’m still alive because maybe it wasn’t my time to go.” I stopped walking for a second not wanting people to hear so I stepped to the side seeing the small park that I’ve gone to with Elliot and took a seat on an empty bench.

So I went to a lake to swim and I started having suicidal thoughts like I should just drown myself and no one would even know I'm missing. But then someone pulled me up out of the water and was shouting at me, that was all I could remember that day , the person was shouting at me asking me if I was thinking, asking me why the hell I was trying to drown myself. I started crying, because I don't know, it was too much. Then I told the person that I was ugly, and everyone thinks I'm ugly and no one likes me. I'll never forget his words. " You are the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my life, and whoever says your ugly is either sick in the head, or jealous of you"

I leaned over the edge of the veranda and breathed until the cold filled my mouth and my teeth grew cold. I want to go away. I hate this cursed place! I hate everything about it. So I climbed to the edge of the parapet, and, with outstretched hands, I jumped down without a moment's hesitation. I wish I was a free bird and could fly wherever I wanted. I just felt like my body was falling. I had no intention of landing on my feet, and I lay flat until my body touched the ground. It was a suicidal pose! For I do not wish to live, and death alone can set me free.

Content Advisory: Graphic depictions of violence, psychological trauma, and unhealthy coping mechanisms that may be triggering. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ⊰ Marcel ⊱ I sit on the sofa, the room spinning around me, the crystal glass clutched in my hand, the rich amber liquid sloshing against the sides as I bring it to my lips. The alcohol burns as it slides down my throat, but it’s a welcome pain, a distraction from the all-consuming torment that threatens to tear me apart.

It was high time I stopped feeling sorry for myself. I just needed a plan…a nice plan. Maybe look for a will deep inside me to live but there was just a teeny Weeny problem, my head was blank. Oh yeah! I am majorly screwed. I started walking towards the major road, if all hope was lost then I better find a new bridge to jump off of. I barely made it past the second oak tree, when I started running…I ran until I became… the impossible.

My suicidal brain was winning. "I shall shear my hair before I hit bottom, dying without a House and dooming myself to search for Hayden in the afterlife even if it takes until the end of time." The words were coming to me easier now. I was on the precipice in more than one way. The winds tried to lift me off the lip of the gutter. I still had a weapon to drop, sealing my pledge and confirming my displeasure. "I die denying you so that MY HOUSE does not have to lift up my shame when one of them steps up to replace me. Good..." I nearly lost it. My fingers finally gave enough that I could feel the metal of the grip begin to slide down.

You will help me explain to God that I had to do this," I finished the last statement and threw the pills in mouth in turns. I perfectly replaced the pills with the exact number from the small cupboard before I went to bed. I lay still as I waited for the hour I would slip out the world forever. I silently wished Lyza would stay way for many hours than she wanted. I had never been suicidal before but the conditions had pushed me to the adge. If Clemont Hill really loved me, let him marry my dead body. It didnt take long before I started feeling the effects of the numerous pills. 'Rotimi, nothing is meant to last forever not even our love. If we ever meet anywhere I swear to love you you more