Life is full of surprises, you never know what may happen next and maybe next time something happens unexpectedly like death.

Taking lives, savoring death. We bask in the glory of killing and violence.

Love me,
my razor blade.

Peel my skin,
make me scream.

Sink so deep,
make me weep.

Cut my flesh,
make me bleed.

Take my life,
set me free.

Every 18 minutes someone dies from suicide
& every 43 seconds someone attempts it.

I feel like I'm being suffocated, slowly losing my breath and watching myself die.

If you can pull the trigger, I will load the gun. And if you can tie the knot, I will make sure that you're hung. If you can find the pills, I will make that bed. I don't need the devil, I've got you instead.

The saddest thing that I can possibly think of is a dead bird, they make me think about how no matter how free you are, one day you will die.

Despite how I feel and despite what I've said, I know in my heart there are no regrets for the dead.

"Even though you are dead...I still wish it was me instead."

You want an honest answer, OK then. I'm not OK, i haven't been for a long time. As a matter of fact I want nothing more than, even on good days, to end my life.