She cried her heart out that day
And in her tiny pot
She placed in the mud
Her favourite flower: forget me not
She took the blade to her wrist
And gave it a good push
Now she’s in heaven
And her life is so lush.

I cry... Please my angel, help me die.

Suicide is not the way to get rid of life.

She didn't kill herself, she just was cleaning her gun too close to her head.

Dig my grave,dig it deep.
dig my grave,head to feet.
and n the top place a dove,
and remember i died 4 love

The sharp knife of a short life, well I've had enough time.

When someone truly feels suicidal...very few people know. People who want attention brag about it...

I'm sinned in the morning, cursed during the day, then killed at night.
I awake with mourning, evaded by say, then I suffer blight.

Death is easy, death is peaceful unlike life which is hard and full of war.

"Suicide is man's way of telling god that you can't fire me, I quit."