Tie this rope tighter because I don't want to breathe anymore.
Suffocate me and cut off this circulation.
Push the chair until the threads rip apart.
Choke the air from releasing out of me.
How can suicidal emotions take over my mind?
Why is it I exaggerate the bad until it concludes in this everytime?
What are the answers to making this work?
When will my head drop and my body become numb?
Slice and cut and stab and tear.
make me bleed until death do us part.
mend and stitch and fix and heal.
I cant watch myself fall into this trap.
Where will my last seconds remain?
How do I breath and bleed?
When will I suffocate and die out?
Why can't this be easier on me?
When suicide takes over,how do you live the life you are born to live?
It is a possibility that bleeding your life out of that slow strife is your purpose.
But what if there is a chance to recover and start over...refreshed and clean?
For now though Ill take the thoughts of sliding this chair from beneath my trembling feet.
Ill take the thoughts of these painful strokes releasing the pain Ive held in for soo long.
