Suicide is and opening for life

Bloody wrists touch my broken heart

Suicide is Death
but
Death is Freedom

Suicide seems like the only way out. Everything's closing in. And theres no one here to help

Loving you is like the crimson that pours from my wrist, it makes me breathless and takes me away.

Every thought is just another feeling that I miss. Every cut is just more blood from my frozen wrist

Crimson...i can feel the blood pouring out of my body. i feel the warmth of the light as i run towards it..peace will never come

If you really lov a person, nothing should get between you and the person. Unless they have a bf/gf, then your screwed

Love is a tricky thing... Just when you think it's being nice, it punches you in the heart

Death may be the most beautiful flower, but love is the most hurtful