Raindrops are falling down cheeks, and the girl in the once white dress, blood stains and mascara filled tears, pools of ice, her once happy eyes, full of pain and distortion.
She falls to the ground, diamond in her head, silver bullet.

Even though death is a constant wish, I can't seem to kill this beast that lives within me, thriving off my pain.

She thinks about ending this thing that we call life.. every second of every minute of every hour.... of every day..

This is how i would discribe my grand father

"A dimond in the rough"

I hate life i hate myself i hate everything i just want to die

Death is half the fun
I'll bring the bullets
You bring the guns
Take 5 steps back
Turn then draw
I'll smile while you fall.

Suicide is just jumping the ship before it sinks.

Why would you spend time wishing you could die, when others who die wish they could live? Live for them, not for yourself.

R.I.P Zac
1 year today
Suicide has claimed yet another victim

When you wake up in the morning and i dont, remember you're the reason...