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 Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 5:43 am
.Beyond..Help. [Never Say Forever..]
I'm not sure how I'd do it. Probably pills. But I'd do it in Lucas's room, while his family is out and he's out with his girlfriend (I'd have to steal a key...). I'd get thick black texta and scribble on his nice clean walls, s**t like "You never loved me" and "Will you see what you missed out on now?!" and "You'll miss me more than I'll miss you" and "I was ******** great, but you just couldn't see" and "Emotions are just another thing that hurts" and "Just hold me" and "Show me you love me" and "Love me if you dare" and "I'm too far gone" and "You could have saved me" and "All your fault, my dear" and "That's the deal, you get no respect, you're gunna get yours you better watch your ******** neck - To Be Loved, Papa Roach" and "I'm spinning out of control, out of control - Out Of Control, Hoobastank" and "Take Me - Papa Roach" and words like "Blind" and "Hate" and "Lies" and, in big big letters, "Trust", and much more that I can't think of now, but s**t that means something to me or to him. I'd leave his room exactly how it looked when I got in there, apart from writing all over his walls and cupboard. I'd open my notebook to the right page (the one I havn't written, but will write before going there saying how much he hurt me, how much I cared about him, and how much I hope this hurts him) and lay it on the bed next to me. Then I'd take the pills and alcohol, a LOT of pills and alcohol. More than he took, so it would actually kill me, not just ******** up my heart for a few weeks like it did when he tried. Then I'd lay down on his bed, and go to sleep, and never wake up. LOL, and I'd be wearing my slutty, skimpy top, and my tight tight jeans, and I'd have eyeliner, lipgloss, my hair would be all pretty, and I'd look beautiful. Then he'd get depressed and kill himself too.
Aaaah, revenge is sweet.
[..'Cause Forever's A Lie]
OH, OH, OH, or I'd walk in front of a very fast moving car in front of Lucas. Then he can SEE me die.
[..'Cause Forever's A Lie]
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 1:28 pm
knife into heart. it goes good with wat is happing in my life right now
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 9:29 pm
.Beyond..Help. .Beyond..Help. [Never Say Forever..]
I'm not sure how I'd do it. Probably pills. But I'd do it in Lucas's room, while his family is out and he's out with his girlfriend (I'd have to steal a key...). I'd get thick black texta and scribble on his nice clean walls, s**t like "You never loved me" and "Will you see what you missed out on now?!" and "You'll miss me more than I'll miss you" and "I was ******** great, but you just couldn't see" and "Emotions are just another thing that hurts" and "Just hold me" and "Show me you love me" and "Love me if you dare" and "I'm too far gone" and "You could have saved me" and "All your fault, my dear" and "That's the deal, you get no respect, you're gunna get yours you better watch your ******** neck - To Be Loved, Papa Roach" and "I'm spinning out of control, out of control - Out Of Control, Hoobastank" and "Take Me - Papa Roach" and words like "Blind" and "Hate" and "Lies" and, in big big letters, "Trust", and much more that I can't think of now, but s**t that means something to me or to him. I'd leave his room exactly how it looked when I got in there, apart from writing all over his walls and cupboard. I'd open my notebook to the right page (the one I havn't written, but will write before going there saying how much he hurt me, how much I cared about him, and how much I hope this hurts him) and lay it on the bed next to me. Then I'd take the pills and alcohol, a LOT of pills and alcohol. More than he took, so it would actually kill me, not just ******** up my heart for a few weeks like it did when he tried. Then I'd lay down on his bed, and go to sleep, and never wake up. LOL, and I'd be wearing my slutty, skimpy top, and my tight tight jeans, and I'd have eyeliner, lipgloss, my hair would be all pretty, and I'd look beautiful. Then he'd get depressed and kill himself too.
Aaaah, revenge is sweet.
[..'Cause Forever's A Lie]
OH, OH, OH, or I'd walk in front of a very fast moving car in front of Lucas. Then he can SEE me die.
[..'Cause Forever's A Lie] ahh. revenge IS sweet
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 5:05 pm
darkness_cries knife into heart. it goes good with wat is happing in my life right now  I'd consider that a good idea but here's what I'd be afraid of: 1- You stab yourself, but you miss your heart 2- Because you are still alive and in unbearable pain you pull it back out and scatter blood everywhere 3- Try again and miss 4- Repeat process until you pass out and eventually die of blood loss and trauma/finally get your heart Good luck with that. biggrin ...he just smells funny.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 5:33 am
Anubis the Jackal Cut gashes below my eyes on the cheeks and widen my mouth into a knife smile. Cut across my chest and torso randomly, then walk into some assholes room while he sleeps, wake him up like a bloody ghoul, and tackle him, wrestling till I died of bloodloss or until he dies of a ghost induced heart attack. hahahahahahahaha, that's cruel.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 5:36 am
.Beyond..Help. [Never Say Forever..]
I'm not sure how I'd do it. Probably pills. But I'd do it in Lucas's room, while his family is out and he's out with his girlfriend (I'd have to steal a key...). I'd get thick black texta and scribble on his nice clean walls, s**t like "You never loved me" and "Will you see what you missed out on now?!" and "You'll miss me more than I'll miss you" and "I was ******** great, but you just couldn't see" and "Emotions are just another thing that hurts" and "Just hold me" and "Show me you love me" and "Love me if you dare" and "I'm too far gone" and "You could have saved me" and "All your fault, my dear" and "That's the deal, you get no respect, you're gunna get yours you better watch your ******** neck - To Be Loved, Papa Roach" and "I'm spinning out of control, out of control - Out Of Control, Hoobastank" and "Take Me - Papa Roach" and words like "Blind" and "Hate" and "Lies" and, in big big letters, "Trust", and much more that I can't think of now, but s**t that means something to me or to him. I'd leave his room exactly how it looked when I got in there, apart from writing all over his walls and cupboard. I'd open my notebook to the right page (the one I havn't written, but will write before going there saying how much he hurt me, how much I cared about him, and how much I hope this hurts him) and lay it on the bed next to me. Then I'd take the pills and alcohol, a LOT of pills and alcohol. More than he took, so it would actually kill me, not just ******** up my heart for a few weeks like it did when he tried. Then I'd lay down on his bed, and go to sleep, and never wake up. LOL, and I'd be wearing my slutty, skimpy top, and my tight tight jeans, and I'd have eyeliner, lipgloss, my hair would be all pretty, and I'd look beautiful. Then he'd get depressed and kill himself too.
Aaaah, revenge is sweet.
[..'Cause Forever's A Lie] Well, you can't be sure he'd kill himself, too, but there's a good chance he would do that or at least be traumatised for life.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 5:37 am
Nyz Incubus darkness_cries knife into heart. it goes good with wat is happing in my life right now I'd consider that a good idea but here's what I'd be afraid of: 1- You stab yourself, but you miss your heart 2- Because you are still alive and in unbearable pain you pull it back out and scatter blood everywhere 3- Try again and miss 4- Repeat process until you pass out and eventually die of blood loss and trauma/finally get your heart Good luck with that. biggrin ...he just smells funny. Yeah; stabbing is dramatic, but not the most assuring.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 12:43 pm
First i would cut my wrists and write with my blood on the wall all kinds of words. Than take a overdose pills or drugs and die peacefull on my bed.
I'm not into dramatic stuff, so nothing really exiting. XD
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 5:28 pm
My suicide would be filled with drama, and it would be romantic too. (about as romantic as a suicide can get, eh?).
I'd be in my room with the lights off, slitting my wrists. But I'd end up cutting too deep, and I'd start bleeding faster. The pain would get too much for me, so I'd drag myself over to my bed where a knife is convieniently placed, and stab myself in the stomach, hara-kiri style. And since it's hara-kiri style, it means a long, agonizing death. Then my boyfriend would rush into the room, screaming my name. He'd fall to his knees beside me, pull my head into his lap, crying and saying, "Why? Why would you do this, baby?" over and over. I'd be paralyzed by the blood loss, unable to answer him but wanting so badly to. The he'd kiss me, and I'd slowly fade away in his arms...
whee I loooove my twisted imagination, along with everyone else's too. It's good to know that I'm not the only lunatic running around. heart
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 5:58 pm
I'd simply overdose on sleeping pills, and not make a big deal about it. I'd wait for a day when I got the house to myself, then go in my mom's room and get the amount of pills I'd need. Then, I'd wait again until I'm sure everyone's asleep, a bottle of water in my room.
Then I'd simply take them. I'd leave no note, nothing. I'd let my family wonder why I did it, make them actually think and see for once, not just notice.
As to why I'd do it.....Compared to most, my reasons would seem pitiful. But mainly so I could finally have some peace. So I could stop being treated like a puppet and doll, good only for dressing up and expected to do as the puppet master commands.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 4:35 pm
Well I'd find a dark place, like my closet. Make sure I'm home alone and wrap up all my loose ends. Like leave out my diary and prized possesions and a list of stuff I want to give to whom. A letter left with that and then I'd crawl into my closet wearing a laced, white slip and cut up my arms and back until I was bleeding pretty good and stuff a bunch of advil down my throat. Then I'd just lay in my closet quietly, waiting for the end. My eyes closing as darkness floods my eyes and close my mouth one last time.
Seems very un-original but I've never thought of my death's details more thoroughly.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 9:46 pm
vampiric_faery Akasha31993 Hmmm...Well, Daddy would love this one....I sit on my bed in that 'Why am I still here?' shirt on. Pull up the sleeves so the cuts show, play You were mine by the Dixie Chiks....Then cut my wrists a little, but not enough to kill myself. After that, I take my albuterol,diazapine,and prozac,put about 10 of each in a cup of water,then down the whole thing! Make sure dad finds me, and the message for the guy who I no longer love
Am I good enough yet? Yes...this is better...May I offer a suggestion? Take the drugs with alcohol. [/quote ]Ohh! I Like it!
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 11:22 am
close my eyes and think of the dark abyss awaiting me. I would hold my life in my mind and kill myself by willing it. I have the srange ability to control ver acureatly me heart beat and rythem, I would force it to stop.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 11:39 am
just one thing...or maybe two...why the hell are we talking about dieing?
and all i would do is dround in water and let my body be found so they would regreat ever doing harmful things to me.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 12:42 pm
sasy11 just one thing...or maybe two...why the hell are we talking about dieing? A) Because we can. B) It passes the time. C) We're morbid like that. D) It's actually really fun and some responses are really creative. sasy11 and all i would do is dround in water and let my body be found so they would regreat ever doing harmful things to me. I would never be able to drown myself. eek It supposedly hurts like a b***h.
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