Triggering (SI/Suicide) - Help me

[lower than myself]

I don't feel safe. Everything's going wrong.

I can't fuck up. Not again.

Sorry for wasting space.

[All I'm Living For]

*huggles* you're not wasting space hun. whats happened? whats going so wrong?

soph.

[Sometimes Crazy]

Hey PopBangFizz,

You're not wasting space at all! *big hugs* Do you want to talk about why you are feeling like this?

xx

[lower than myself]

Everything is going wrong, I had a run in with some barbie dolls that I had trouble with at school & I tried to ignore them, honestly I did, but the things they said, made me think they're right. I am a waste of space, no one gives a damn about me so why am I still here?

I even listened to the stupid voices I keep hearing, they were practically screaming at me, telling me that they are right, there's nothing here for me, why don't I just kill myself & get it over with, I nearly did.

It's just going to prove to everyone, that I'm not strong, I'm not going to stop cutting, because it's making me see what an idiot I am. I don't know what to do anymore

If it weren't for the fact that mum had moved all the paracetamol from the stupid medicine cabinet I'd have ended it all...

I can't keep pretending I'm okay anymore, but people don't want me to turn to them & ask them for help.

Ha, mum's practically writing my choices down on a sheet of paper for me, she's telling me, do I REALLY want to go college in spetember? Do I REALLY think counselling is helping me?

She even put, I'll give you £20 each week so you can go out with your friends. What friends? The one's that slag me off behind my back? The one's that act as if cutting is contagious?

I'd rather not, but they're the only friends I have... Even if they do slag me off or whatever.

I don't know what to do anymore

[Lost-Odd-Sock]

hey darling it sound like you're going such a rough time -hug- im sorry things are so hard and that i have nothing useful to say, just to let you know, PM if you need a chat much love

[lovemeplzsumone]

hey lisdten 2 me ur not a waste of space i put up with it for so so many years and bottled it up in side and exploed and it did me no good so listen 2 me when i say ur friends are u way 2 combat her or just fine sum really juice gossip on her and spread it and get the upper hand but that last result warfare ur m8 and ur teachers will always be there for u and if u need 2 talk then pm me and we can chat bout anything u want 2 phil xxx

[lower than myself]

Meh, the teahcers I had were c*nts, my mates are being idiot's. Everyone's just like 'Yeah okay, we're bored of you. Go away'

The only thing that's keeping me here is the one person that understands what I'm going through & she's got too much going on to worry about me. Which is fine, it felt kinda weird having someone caring for me...