I can't give ne1 else my heart because i haven't got a whole heart to give, u see when u left u took part of it with u and tht part i can never get back

A bucket of blood, a cup of tears soon will wash away my fears

this is part of one of my poems

Urges take over, blackness floods my mind
Hate takes over, the blades in site
Knowing whats right but still doing wrong
You push me to the edge, but now you've won

Invisible cuts bleed down my wrist
I need some help, save me from the sharp blades kiss

[..||_I.Never.Asked.For.Death..
But.Hey.If.The.Coffin.Fits_||..]]

sometimes i think i need to stay
but deep inside my head i know
that all this pain wont go away
unless i let my red blood flow

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

Lonely sidewalks sense of pain.
itchin hands slit the vain
heart is sick flush the drain
Kill yourself or go insane.

Blow a bullet through my head & declare me dead

I craved your name into a bullet, so everyone would no you were the last thing running through my head!