LOVE...
IS
THE
SLOWEST
FORM
OF
SUICIDE
.
.
.

Wishing on a fading star, wishing it could remove this scar

Tonight I will cry my last tear,
Brethe my last breath,
And say good-bye for the last time.

To some, Death is not another path.
It is an answer.

Why is it called living when I feel so dead inside?

@....(mom in the bathtub)
(girl sitting next to her)
girl: mommy,ur silly, how cum ur taking a knife into the bath
mommy: cause mommy wants to say bye
girl: mommy, why is the water turning pink?
mom: thats red honey....@

One after another,
The pain I cannot feel.
They turn into scars,
Wounds that never heal.

(from my poem, My White Flag)

~*~Elisha~*~

Cut your wrist, cut it deep
Feel the pain as you weep
See his face, hear his lies
Envy his self-centered mind

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I'll write your name on a bullet so everyone will know
You were the last thing to go through my mind

EVERYONE HAS SKELETONS IN THERE CLOSET. SOME JUST LOCK THEIR DOORS.

MISSINVISIBLE