Salty tears rolling down my face, cursed by god's grace, Pain consuming my body, Why must this be my final fate?

Never ask me what I'm doing...

Because the answer will always be full of Blood, pain and something sharp.

My writs have an appointment with Doc Knife he’ll help get rid of the pain.

...My Body Is Hanging, And You Are My Rope...

I have been foresaken by the only person i have ever trusted;
myself

Suicide is the answer to the few who cant belive in themselves

My body is hanging and you are my rope..

~What did i do, to push you away, and make your fragile life slip away~

All that dont respect death will find themself consumed by it.

Death is just another door that we open, just another path that we travel, another choice that we make, another consequence we take.