I shall Die wishing I had done so sooner...

The devil he stares
his smile of deceict
when you sell him your soul
he returns no receipt...

I wasn't attempting to commit suicide...I just like how the tip of the gun tastes...

Roses are red
violets are blue
some poems ryhme
this one doesn't

Love is blind because when your heart's on fire, the smoke gets in your eyes...

Blood mixes with the water and flows into my lungs the rope is getting tighter where my life itself is hung...

Search all your life for something that you love, then when you finally find it you realise it was death...

Voices
"cut it, slash it, slit your wrists"
so i close my eyes and clench my fists.
run the blade down my milky white arm
and watch the blood spill into my palm

Where theres a will, theres a way...i have a will to die, and by the looks of this knife i just found a way...

We are all going to die..why not sooner then later?