My body is hanging and you are my rope..

Suicide is the answer to the few who cant belive in themselves

I have been foresaken by the only person i have ever trusted;
myself

...My Body Is Hanging, And You Are My Rope...

My writs have an appointment with Doc Knife he’ll help get rid of the pain.

Never ask me what I'm doing...

Because the answer will always be full of Blood, pain and something sharp.

Salty tears rolling down my face, cursed by god's grace, Pain consuming my body, Why must this be my final fate?

Willingness to hurt
Aim to kill
Rest in peace

Death is out to get me I think I should stop running and give up its my time to go!!!

Razor death fills her mind, I'm so sorry i can't find, the answer to her prayers