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My Suicide
Why couldn't you,
Just help me hold on?
Why did you always treat me,
Like I had done you wrong?
How come you never told me,
How much you loved me?
Did you think I was so great,
That your mind I could read?
I know I'm not that old,
But this don't seem right
The only choice I have left,
Is to take my own life!
My own life...
This is my, suicide
No longer will I cry,
Myself to sleep at night!
This is my, suicide
I am giving in,
I no longer want to fight...
So this is my...
Suicide...
I know you love my sisters,
More than you do me
I can see it in your eyes,
So what else am I supposed to think?
I'm tired of living life,
With shattered pride
I'm tired of longing for acceptance,
That is always denied!
My life is already over,
I've got nothing to gain,
I just want to take a sharp, sharp knife
And cut out all of my pain!
All of my pain...
This is my, suicide
There will be no tomorrow,
There is only tonight!
This is my, suicide
I am giving in,
I no longer want to fight...
So this is my...
Suicide...
One cut...
Is really all it takes...
If it's done the right way!
One note...
Left on the bed...
Telling you who is to blame!
EVERYBODY!
This is my, suicide!
I'm ending it right here,
So I no longer have to hide!
This is my, suicide!
There is no reason to live,
And too many to die!
This is my, suicide!
I no longer want to fight,
Against things I know aren't right!
This is my, suicide!
No longer will I cry...
Myself to sleep at night...
Because this is my...
This... is my...
Suicide...
jlp September 17, 2008
Why couldn't you,
Just help me hold on?
Why did you always treat me,
Like I had done you wrong?
How come you never told me,
How much you loved me?
Did you think I was so great,
That your mind I could read?
I know I'm not that old,
But this don't seem right
The only choice I have left,
Is to take my own life!
My own life...
This is my, suicide
No longer will I cry,
Myself to sleep at night!
This is my, suicide
I am giving in,
I no longer want to fight...
So this is my...
Suicide...
I know you love my sisters,
More than you do me
I can see it in your eyes,
So what else am I supposed to think?
I'm tired of living life,
With shattered pride
I'm tired of longing for acceptance,
That is always denied!
My life is already over,
I've got nothing to gain,
I just want to take a sharp, sharp knife
And cut out all of my pain!
All of my pain...
This is my, suicide
There will be no tomorrow,
There is only tonight!
This is my, suicide
I am giving in,
I no longer want to fight...
So this is my...
Suicide...
One cut...
Is really all it takes...
If it's done the right way!
One note...
Left on the bed...
Telling you who is to blame!
EVERYBODY!
This is my, suicide!
I'm ending it right here,
So I no longer have to hide!
This is my, suicide!
There is no reason to live,
And too many to die!
This is my, suicide!
I no longer want to fight,
Against things I know aren't right!
This is my, suicide!
No longer will I cry...
Myself to sleep at night...
Because this is my...
This... is my...
Suicide...
jlp September 17, 2008
Literature
This Pain
Tears roll down my face,
As I cut myself,
To release the pain.
It hurts so much,
But feels so good.
The pain is draining from me,
In drops of blood.
As I watch my pain leave from me,
I think,
"How can this be,
That I have so much pain
When I'm only merely 16?".
Then I remember the past that I've had,
Memories of yelling,
slamming doors,
all the awful scars.
I've cried too much,
I've hated so many,
That I don't think people will ever get me.
I come back from my world of thoughts
And realize that I've bled too much,
It's all over the counter,
It's becoming messy,
But I don't care.
I just want this pain out of me.
I'm
Literature
No Pain
you see no mark upon my skin
you see no tear in my eye
you see no sign of pain
therefor I must not be in pain
I must not cry myself
to sleep at night
or wake up screaming
because of haunted dreams
I must not pull the blade
across my skin
and hope that one day
it drives in deeper
I must not fear the darkness
or shudder at the thought of silence
I must not hide myself from
life and prying eyes that
judge your worth as a person
upon the shine of your smile
you hear no gasp escape my mouth
you hear no horror tale from my past
you hear no words of pain
therefor I must not be in pain
I must not scream so loud it's silent
o
Literature
Suicide
It’s the cowards way out,
But I’m so tired of being strong.
It’s hard living everyday,
Wanting only to break down.
It’s a sin says mom,
It’s an illness says dad.
And my little baby brother,
Can’t help but give a frown.
I want to be perfect,
Someone people like.
But I’m such a tangled mess,
That can’t do anything right.
Pills will fix the problem,
Says my best friend one day.
But I wonder if she knows
What I think of every night.
I don’t have marks on my arms,
And I haven’t tried a million times.
But I look at every knife and ledge,
And lake wanting to drown.
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Let me say: Suicide is NOT the answer. I have been there. I know. There IS another way. I found it, and so can you.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
It takes far more courage to live, to face life, than it does to give up. Never give up. Someone WILL listen.
This was suggested by ~stmkurt, and at first, I really didn't want to write about it, I asked him for another idea, which I've already written about. It's hard, even today, to think back to my childhood, how I felt, how I was treated, who I was.
By choosing to live, see who I became.
*Kasabe suggested I write about my childhood, and unfortunately, this is it. It was not happy, at any point really, and I wanted to make it end any way I could.
I failed once, I "chickened out" once.
They are the only failures in my life I am PROUD of.
One thing I've learned in my time on dA, is that many of us share common backgrounds, we are all very much alike, if ANYONE feels like suicide is the answer, I assure you, someone HERE will talk to you, help you, even if those close to you at home will not.
We are deviantArt, we are family.
I love you all.
I did not put a MA filter on this, because I feel that if you are old enough to think it, you're old enough to read it. dA may make me put one on it, but I hope they do not. It is written from a teenagers point of view, and they should be allowed to read it.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
It takes far more courage to live, to face life, than it does to give up. Never give up. Someone WILL listen.
This was suggested by ~stmkurt, and at first, I really didn't want to write about it, I asked him for another idea, which I've already written about. It's hard, even today, to think back to my childhood, how I felt, how I was treated, who I was.
By choosing to live, see who I became.
*Kasabe suggested I write about my childhood, and unfortunately, this is it. It was not happy, at any point really, and I wanted to make it end any way I could.
I failed once, I "chickened out" once.
They are the only failures in my life I am PROUD of.
One thing I've learned in my time on dA, is that many of us share common backgrounds, we are all very much alike, if ANYONE feels like suicide is the answer, I assure you, someone HERE will talk to you, help you, even if those close to you at home will not.
We are deviantArt, we are family.
I love you all.
I did not put a MA filter on this, because I feel that if you are old enough to think it, you're old enough to read it. dA may make me put one on it, but I hope they do not. It is written from a teenagers point of view, and they should be allowed to read it.
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This explains everything about me. I've been planning on ending myself tonight, and no one will care. They're glad I deleted my YouTube channel (300+ videos), my Twitter account, and my DA account. No one will accept anything about me. All my works are rejected. There's no other reason to live.