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I feel like leaving this place
My life is a giant disgrace
My heart is in pieces
The pain never ceases
A living hell I endure
The chronic heart ache always sore
I tried to my strangle myself on Wednesday
I don't want to live anymore; my family will have to pay
How will I do it, how will I end my life
Never growing old; never acquiring a wife
What weapon will I choose
The options are lose or lose
A feeling of emptiness inside
A part of me has died
The rest will soon be dead
When I shoot myself in the head
I can see my reflection on the blade
As my memories have begun to fade
The blood flows freely
I smile gleefully
I know the pain will be over soon
Suddenly my mind leaves my carcass
I now realized I was a selfish ass
I could have endured the pain
For the pain I have brought upon myself
Is only minor compared to the pain
In which I have selfishly inflicted upon the people whom I love
^ my best attempt at mocking suicide, it aggravates the hell out of me when people talk about suicide.
My life is a giant disgrace
My heart is in pieces
The pain never ceases
A living hell I endure
The chronic heart ache always sore
I tried to my strangle myself on Wednesday
I don't want to live anymore; my family will have to pay
How will I do it, how will I end my life
Never growing old; never acquiring a wife
What weapon will I choose
The options are lose or lose
A feeling of emptiness inside
A part of me has died
The rest will soon be dead
When I shoot myself in the head
I can see my reflection on the blade
As my memories have begun to fade
The blood flows freely
I smile gleefully
I know the pain will be over soon
Suddenly my mind leaves my carcass
I now realized I was a selfish ass
I could have endured the pain
For the pain I have brought upon myself
Is only minor compared to the pain
In which I have selfishly inflicted upon the people whom I love
^ my best attempt at mocking suicide, it aggravates the hell out of me when people talk about suicide.
Literature
Suicide
Blood trickles down my arm
Staning white flesh red
pouring from my vains
With the little strength i have i lift my arm to my mouth
I drink, i drink for friends i've had, friends i'll never have and those who i've lost
My arm falls limp
Maybe it's the pills... i took so many
Maybe it's lack of blood.... which now pools around me
Maybe it's my heart that has shattered into a million peices
Maybe it's all or nothing
Maybe it's you
I trusted you
I loved you like a sister
Now you yell and call me all the things you got mad at others for calling me
Maybe my life will end
Maybe once again my fate will be diffrent
I hear my mom en
Literature
Suicide
Slowly, uncertainly, the razor slides across her skin
She considers the blood and life within
Finally deciding, she presses down,
And a small line of blood makes her frown
It wasn't hard, it didn't hurt, she thinks
So she does it again and again as her heart sinks
She is forgotten, nobody feels her pain-
She's kept it inside long enough to go slightly insane.
After a while, she wants something more-
Quietly, she sneaks past her parents' door.
To the cellar, where the drinks are stored,
She grabes all she can carry and curses the Lord.
Up to her bathroom, she opens a few
As she ponders what next to do
Her parents are unknowing an
Literature
Suicide
Emotional pain is the worst kind of pain you can feel. It is worse than physical pain to most people. You carry so much emotional pain. It wells up inside you. So much it makes you sick. You have too many things on your mind. You can't concentrate on anything. Your grades slip. You get depressed. Sometimes you even want to die. Soon that thought of death starts to grow. You think about it more and more. You start thinking of ways that thought could become a reality. You find ways to kill yourself but never follow through. Some ideas stay in your mind: Medication overdose, Too much blood loss, Jumpin off the nearest bridge, strangulation, or
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it was my best effort at writing a mockery suicide, i've never tried it before so i thought i'd give it a shot since some girl read me a suicide poem in english class and i flipped out
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