- I swear to god Ill hold this gun to your head and make you bleed every tear that I shed -

~*Im not afraid of death, im not even afraid of pain, im just afraid of whats to come afterwards..*~

I'll do what I go to, the truth
is you could slit my throat
And with my one last gasping breath
I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt

She was sad, but never cried. Just slit her wrist and wrote "I tried."

Watch me trip
watch me fall
watch me die
watch it all

Im sick of my boring life,
And thats when i brought out my darling knife,
Cut away the pain,
Let it wash away by the pouring rain,
Till the next day,
Where I do it all over again

Suicide is Man's way of telling God: 'You can't fire me - I quit!'

You tell me to hold on,
But I don't see why.
You tell me it will get better,
But you don't know when.
You tell me you're sorry,
But for what?
For making me love you,
And making me cry?
Or, for making me want to die,
Since I'm dead inside?

You shunned me out
You closed the door
You left me dead
Hitting the floor
My life is over
You dont care
You wisper softly
Life isnt fair.

The colors fade
as the sky turns gray
One shot to the head
and I'll be ok