Suicide is a four letter word. . .

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?

I covet for the knife of steel,
To plunge my heart and no longer feel,
But these lungs just won't stop breathing,
And so my soul lives in silent screaming.

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

Today I cried About you
Maybe Tomorrow I'll Die For You...
You'll probably don't even miss me when I'm gone, anyway...

x

rate kindly plzzz...

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

We all were with you when you died ... though we couldn't hold your hand.

© Copyright *Searching Perfect* 2004

His CANCER shall be the DEATH of me
Cause I can't LIVE
If he DIES

If someone tells you they want to die dont ask why they want to die. Ask why are they still here.

I Love You Baby, Is All She Said, With Her Finger On The Trigger, And A Gun To Her Head.