Breaking free from my cell
The blade is the key
Put it to my wrist
And let the rest set me free

part of my poem Painless Suicide

Broken inside
ashamed of herself

be strong...be strong
she repeats.

Why is it I can stand in a room full of people and still feel so alone???

I am the face of a thousand tears left unshed, a thousan screams left unheard, a thousand dreams left unlived, and a singel heart left unloved.

And i've never felt this pain any worse than the moment i looked up and noticed ive been alone this whole time....

"The happiest people can be the ones who is going to commit suicide tomorrow."

Let the sun shine down and burn me alive,
let it take away my life, now is the time.

Somewhere i lost my wings,
i didn't stand so tall;,
even angels sometimes,
have to eventually fall

I'm a kid on a see-saw, about to fall off because no one will balance the other end.

So that is it.
I'm shutting my doors & putting my walls back up.
I'm closing my curtains & removing the welcome mat.
I'm blocking everything out again, because it's so much easier than feeling something