Death is a word that makes people cry, but to me its a word that makes me smile.

Into blackness, you slit your wrist
feeling the blood pour
feeling your tears pour
slit your throat
into blackness, forever

My heart was torn
my soul was broken
when will you see it was all because of you?

They ask if your ok, i say i am but i am lying, i'm never ok, if i say no they apparantly understand, they don't understand, my friend said its to make you feel better, it doesnt it makes you feel worse but what could be worse than planning your death

Daggers to my throat
Knives to my wrist
Pills to my mouth

I can't live this life anymore
I just want to leave
I can only be happy, in the grave.

I’m in serious shit, I feel totally lost
I’m all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed

Sick of living
Tired of trying to die.

I see life as a bomb
Goes off at any time (death)
Hurts many people around you (grief)
I must be a suicide bomber,
i know when i'm going to go off.

I forced myself to lie, That everything would be alright.