Death teaches us to live; it gives us a boundary to map our living within. Death's hammer breaks through the mirror separating us from light.

Pain, hate, and abuse.....collide in my life creating....YOU!!!!!!

They wrote on her tombstone. She was our beautiful disaster.

You tell me i should smile, you tell me not to cry, you tell me not to be so sad but you know i want 2 die.

When you went to the other side, I wept, because I couldn't follow.

Suicide is not chosen; it happens
when pain exceeds
resources for coping with pain

Sometimes when you're in so deep,
its just easier to drown.

So she crawls to hall she leans on the wall,And she silently sits and dies.
People gathered in awe because they for-saw "this girls" rapid decline.

from one of my poems

Take The Coffin, I Won't Be Needing It.

People laugh and people cry,
Do you realise that one day I'll die?