The pills are working,
I can feel their power.
Inside of me,
They will slowly devour....

(taken from my poem, My last good-bye)

You lips were like poison and i fell into a deep sleep

"parents- they gave you life but bring you death"

"They can choke me more and more, forever tightening the noose around my neck, but it is still up to me to jump off that chair, they can never push me"

Tonight I will cry my last tear,
Brethe my last breath,
And say good-bye for the last time.

Inthe sweat of your face u will
eat bread until u return 2 the grond
for out of it u were taken for dust u will
return

Look here at my arms
Even my scars have no where to roam
Im blind, forgetting and useless
Knowing I'm the one who broke our home

*^*crow*^*

& you wonder if anyone would care if you died tomorrow.

To some, Death is not another path.
It is an answer.

Death pours hot candle wax over our souls, it burns like fire at first then just encases us forever in grief