The agony of being ripped apart is not nearly the anquish of losing a loved one.

The stairway to heaven is starting to appear. People that climb up to the very top can never come back down.

If I should die so be it. I'm not afraid of pain, but I am afraid that I’ll never see you again. So hold me now and tell me you love me, for it will ease my passing.

Love is the slowest form of suicide

They will never know why i did it

Suicially falling in love with my morbid anxiety

Don't understand why u had to go away
i'm going to miss you each and everyday

Why try if my only solution is to die?

&& the only reason you're alive is because it's illegal to kill you

I have a problem
Not many know about it
It's called the suicidal desie
only a few know about it
But there is one problem
What if i take it too far?