Amor-morte

Have you ever wanted to die? So bad That you stood in the bathroom A knife or a razor blade in hand Maybe a boodle of pills And a glass of water And you stared at the mirror Just wishing you'd die But then you started to think About your mom and your dad Your sisters and brothers Your nephews and nieces All of your friends And you put down the knife or the razor blade You put away the pills And you walked away Acting like nothing ever happened But the thoughts of your family and friends Never stay for long Day's week's maybe months later Your back to thinking about suicide and death

Apathetic whores stare at me, Fucking therapists rip at me, My own parent lies to me, Just like the rest of the world- Living in fear of the tomorrow that may never come, I waste myself away; So unreal- Forced into reality, I cry for the grave I fear so faithfully- Ceremony of Death; I plead to anything- Save me from such pain and despair- I love that which can never reach me, I'm misunderstood by the living dead- Honorable defeat does not exist; I am purely for torturous amusement- When will I meet my bitter end, And what awaits me afterwards? My future lies unknown; Filled with pain as my past has been- Exhausted and alo

Jump off a bridge, Slit your wrist, Do everything on The suicide list. Put a gun to your head, A noose on your neck, Shove those pills down your throat, And your suicide list? Check. They say that they love you. They say that they care. They say they'll be there for you, But are they ever there? They wear their fake smiles, You wear your mask. They say you're fine. They never ask. So, jump of a bridge, And slit your wrist. You're dead anyway When they find this.

I don't understand how this happened I don't know when it'll stop I was floating high on a cloud then suddenly I was dropped I feel far down didn't know I was so high thought you'd hold me close instead you watched me die thought you'd comfort me I thought you cared but when I needed you most you just stood there and stared you stood there watching but something blocked your sight what other reason could you have not saved me? from my eternal death that night I was screaming and crying praying you'd save my life but you see you were the cause because love was my knife I died because I loved you it broke me up inside I ne

I'm on my hands, I'm on my knees. You've got me begging, Begging, please. Please don't go; Don't leave me here. Just hold me close, Don't hold her near. You were my life; My world; My spark. Now on my heart You've left a mark. It's a large mark; A break, you see, That's slowly dominating All of me. So now you walk; You walk away. Not knowing that I will die today.

This is a suicide note, And as I sit here, choking down my last breath, I understand it now. Things are never how we want them to be. 4 hours ago, I took some pills...I thought it would be better this way. No more work, no more relationships, no more money, just...nothing to worry about. I was wrong... I want all those things. I want to worry about them. Now that it's too late, it's starting to become clear that that's what makes our lives worth living. The constant struggle. The fight against complacency. We don't live to avoid death, we live to enjoy every moment before it comes for us. I wish I knew that earlier, when I thought that it