Suicidal Thoughts Sample Novels & Stories

I exclaimed and wander to look for any sharp materials. Agad kong hinablot ang malapit na flower vase at binasag iyon. Ayoko sanang gawin ito. I am so scared to hurt myself because I am not a suicidal person. But I have to do this. Pikit-mata akong humugot ng lakas at hiniwa ang kaliwa kong pulso gamit ang piraso ng bubog. Napangiwi ako.

I want to remove this thoughts, I want to enjoy what is happening, I want to enjoy what's given to me right now. "You and I will be the most awesome parents of the cutest kids in the world. Two charming boys and a princess that will fill our home with giggles and genuine happiness. Also, our family isn't complete without a minimum of five puppies that we'd like to own and treat as our little babies too. We will live in our dream house located in a private village and there, we will live forever in serenity. One day, we're going to lay down in bed and reminisce all the things that lead us to that very second. And yes, we'll be still doing the same things over again, and fall in love deeply ov

Pero hindi nila itinuring na kapatid ang isa't-isa, dahil na-inlove siya dito. "She has a tendency to repeat it again. You should take her to a professional psychiatrist for a further checkup. She would also need your help to recover. She shouldn't be left alone, especially now that she has suicidal thoughts. We are preventing her from repeating it again. She needed some guidance and care from her family. Believe me, she really needs it now."

He doesn't feel comfortable in his own skin at parang may bagay na bumabagabag sa kanya pero hindi niya alam kung ano ito. He's been trying to push away the discouraging thoughts by going in and out of clubs every single night. Wala siyang pakialam, mapalalaki man o babae ang madala nya sa bahay. All he knows is dapat malampasan nya ang gabing ito with his sanity still intact. It's self-destruction at its best and his friends keep telling him that it's going to get worse if it keeps on going.

Tahimik kaming nakinig. “People who attempt suicide usually don't actually want to die,” paliwanag niya. “They just want the pain to stop.” Parang may kumurot sa puso ko. Gaano kabigat ang sakit na dinadala ni Lida para umabot siya sa puntong iyon? Gaano katagal siyang umiiyak nang mag-isa? Gaano karaming gabi siyang nagpanggap na okay? “Mabuti na lang at nakita siya agad.”

Wala ng babasaging mga plato, pati tinidor ay pinasok sa sakong dala niya. Nakatitig lang ako sa kanya. Walang kabuhay-buhay. Hindi ko na rin siya napigilan pa dahil naubos na ang lakas ko na nakikipagtalo sa sarili ko kung papatayin ko ba ang bata o hindi. I’m prone to suicidal. Kaya alam ni Lana na hindi ako titigil kung may makita akong matutulis na bagay sa apartment kong ito.

"I-I'm sorry. I just want people surrounded me will bloom like what I used to be. You know...its kinda suffocating when I saw someboday crossing an eyebrows while I am near." "Then don't look at them..." "I can't." Umiling siya. "Gusto kong ngumiti o ngitian ang problema para maibsan ang masalimoot na nakaraan na naranasan ko sa kamay ng stepfather ko. I typically remember everything when I'm alone—" Hinuli ko ang kamay niya. Tumayo. Kaya nag-angat siya nang tingin. "Let's go somewhere else. Don't think of negative thoughts Summer. Think of positive thoughts instead."

"Do you want to know why?" Kinalas ko ang kamay namin sa isa't isa bago ko kinuha ang kamay ko at marahang inalis ang ipit na nasa pulsuhan ko. Doon tumambad sa kanya ang ilang peklat na palagi kong tinatakpan. "Putting scrunchies on my wrist is the safest way of cutting it... I'm also a s-suicidal person before..." nahihirapan at halos bulong ko pang sabi sa kanya.

May nakalagay na curler iron at isang dress sa kama. Nakabukas na laptop at nakasulat sa screen ang mga salitang “I’m sorry…” Anino na marahang gumalaw pabalik-balik na parang nakasabit na bagay. At isang babae ang walang buhay na nakasabit ang katawan. “Iyon lang ang nakita ko. Sa vision ko, it is clearly a suicide.” Sabi ko kay Gavril habang siya ay tulala marahil iniisip ang tungkol sa mga sinabi ko.

Pakiramdam ko na-paralyse ang ibabang katawan ko. Namataan ko ang mga gamot na antidepressants na nasa vanity table, my mind having numerous thoughts once more. (You are nothing!) (You are useless!!) (You don’t deserve to be here in this world) (You don’t deserve everything here.) Those thoughts came rushing my mind like wildfire, tears streaming down my face as I stood up and grabbed the medicines. Pakiramdam ko may sariling utak ang aking katawan at basta na lang binuksan ang bote na puno ng gamot, at saka isinalin sa aking kamay ang lahat ng laman nun.