It isn't the fear of this life ending,
But the fear of the monsters hiding after it.

As everyday passes by i patiently await death. Here is in hell and living with the devil..

Even when I have people that care about me I still want to die

Raw throats scream, and open wounds bleed.

Kill me quickly,
Put me to rest.
No more suffering,
Peaceful death.

Lay me on the floor,
Let it bleed a bit more,
no no please don't try to wake me,
I am long gone.....

I think some of us are born to commit suicide to teach others to keep living

I am not afraid of death, I just don't want to be there when it happens.

This one's of me, losing the weight, and feeling afraid.
This one's of me, certain of cancer.

And with a beautiful smile she gifted me heartache
with open arms embraced me only to stab me in the back
and walked away casually
Whilst i drowned in my own tears...