Saddest stories

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saddest story...
one of my closest friends, johnny, killed himself and i could of stopped him.
it was a few years ago now.we both love the band P.O.D. and that was how we got to be friends actually, i was listening to one of their cds at school and he heard it and started talking to me.well, his dad is a total jerk, hed hit him all the time and there were bruises all over his body, welli saw him one day after school at a youth group thing and he looked like he was going to cry, which was really weird cuz he would never show it if he was hurting.he told me to listen to my pod cd when i got home that there would be a song that was exactly us.but i was too 'busy'...well with in a week he killed himself.i went home and listened to my cd to feel close to him and then the song youth of the nation came on...there was the song he wanted me to find...he even killed himself the same way as the character johhny boy did in the song.
ive never really gotten over that.

I'm sorry ms.understood.

My saddest story is knowing that i wasn't there for my cousin to say good-bye before he went away. I could never really tell him I really truly did love him and never wanted to fight like we did. It hurts just as much to know I couldn't see my wonderful cousin for the last time. They wouldnt allow me in :'[. But everyday I count down til I can see him again. It's coming close.

my saddest story is listening to my friend crying down the phone and hearing her parents fighting (again) in the back ground. she keeps telling me that she is going to kill herself and no one is goign to miss her. she says that the next day everyone will get a phone call saying she is gone. and she is talking to me and cutting her wrist. and crying. i'm crying too but i tell her i'm not. i sit in silence the whole time. i don't want to f*** things up like i did telling my other friend to not go though with it. she nevr did but i pushed her further in when i tried to help her.i cry myself to sleep after i get off the phone and make sure i remember to ring her tomorow. she has done this three times. but one time she was with me and being with her was scarier than listening on the phone.

My saddest moment, was a real eye opener for me. My youth group and I went on a missionary trip to a little town in Africa. One day we were passing out some Hershey chocolate candy bars to the children of the town. After passing them out to the children, their eyes got so big and round in amazement. To these children chocolate was something that rich folk had in stories, not something they thought they’d ever have. I observed their behavior after their thank you’s and eyes full of gratitude, I would have expected them to mindlessly wolf the bar down like I usually do sometimes… But they sat there, and carefully peeled back the wrapper not to ruin it, and took a tiny little bite off the corner. Many of the children vowed to save theirs and only have a little everyday. But there was one little boy that really sticks out in my memory, this little boy had a dying aunt, whom I could tell he was very close with, he told me he planned on giving it to her…. “As a good-bye present” he said “ I didn’t get to give anything to my mommy when she went away.” The boy said this to me in such a strong voice, like people that he was close with dyed as a daily occurrence. After that day, and that moment, I’ve NEVER been able to eat chocolate the same way… it’s amazing how one 60 cent candy bar, can mean so much to somebody. It was that sad day that I realized how much I take for granite….and if something so cheap and simple could make a child so happy… think what else I could do!

i killed my b/f christmas day....
we were at his house and we got really drunk..., i talked him into driving his dads car and when we pulled out a car came around the corner and hit us., it killed him yet im fine.....he was hapy i wasnt.., he didnt deserve to die i did...,i wanted to.,he didnt god took the wrong prson this time.., i was in love with him and now he is gone

ugghhhh this is such a pitiful and dramatic and retarded post.

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why is this a retarded post can i ask you? do you know what it is lke to lose someone so close to you, someone that you truely loved? dont think so...,so dont be so mean this is really hard for me

Saddest story: My father is addicted to crack cocaine. On December 12, 2005, he and my mother were in a fight. He told himself he was going to shoot himself. He shot the cupboard in the kitchen instead, and pretended he had shot himself. He later checked into rehab but that didn't work. He moved out a few weeks ago and is trying to get help.

Okay that's the saddest I've got.

Well, when I was younger, my mother and father (sorry mom and dad) used to get very mad at me over the most trivial things, so I would get, in turn, mad at myself because my parents were mad at me, and I would hit myself in the face at full force. Then they would get mad a me for hitting myself, and then I got more mad at myself, etc. This vicious cicle went on until I thoughts of sucide. I don't anymore, but ... I think that's my saddest moment(s).

My grandfather who was like a father to me in many ways was put into the hosptial. Nobody in my family told me b/c they knew I would be upset, finally I asked my sister-in-law and she told me...I was so scared for him. The next day I skipped school and went to the hostpail to see him.
(I never seen a person in a hosptail b4 then)
I started to cry b/c all the machines in the room and I look over and my grandfather is crying.
It broke my heart to see him there. Well 5 months pasted and he was still in the hosptial. I went everyday to see him till about 10pm sometimes I slept over if he wanted me there. Even though all my other family was there I felt like I was meant to take care of him. Than one day, he was sleeping and my mom and aunt knew he wasnt going to live so they told the doctors it was time to take him home.
At 14 years old I just ran out of the room screaming and crying. one week later he was in in the ICU, I went up to him and kissed him and read him a prayer, he just had one tear roll down his eye. The next day I couldnt go to the hosptial b/c I was busy that day.

Thats the day he died. I blamed his death one me. Saying that if I was there like I was everyday he would still be alive. Now Im 17 I have scars that show how depressed i was and how i couldnt handle a death.

well when i was 12 my brother who i loved dearly got sentenced to jail ... and I did not understand ... the juge gave him 5 years . it made my mother so sad . and me well i was just so confused . and besides that i was always alittle chubbyand was made fun of my whole life. so finally when i thought this kid like me i gave him my heart .. and he took every thing away ... i was 13 he f***ed me and then when i screamed i could get pregnet he cursed me out of hid house. i was allready cutting but the cutting soon became worse and one day i over dosed... to the hospital i went . i waS SENT TO some kind of rehab and school went down the drain ... so my mom sent me to colombia and there i started doing what the guys at school wanted me to do at this point i was 14 and i did so ashamed i stabbed myself with sissor and got sent some place where they tied me up to a bed .. i soon got out ... but weeks later i was raped by 2 people i wanted to get a percing from and a taxi driver ... So scared i was sent back home and continued to cut.. and stared doing drugs... one day i almost died by getting hit by a car while i was triping out so i stop ... but i got so detroyed by the things i did that i got sent to 4 winds a hospital....