LOVE...
IS
THE
SLOWEST
FORM
OF
SUICIDE
.
.
.

Damaged but not broken,
weak but stil standing,
this is the last token,
of the angels final landing.

kinda a take off of another poem i read.

I'm SoRrY DoEsN'T AlWaYs CuT It BuT A KnIfE DoEs ♥

Each drop of your blood that falls from your skin, will be another that falls from my heart and a tear which falls from my eyes

How can one possibly take a breath
When they are already shrouded in death?

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

Death is the only thing,
No one can take away from you.

Everytime you lied...my heart shattered again...but that night you died...my heart just came to an end

Why try if my only solution is to die?

Your death would kill me,
Your life will heal me,
You presence calms me,
Your words comfort me,
And your every smile reaches my heart.
Do not leave me.